Chapter Twelve
He had said she needed an edge. Was Jilly her edge? Tommy hadn’t told Benj that Jilly was aboard; he would surely have made a stink. He would try to talk some sense into her. And she had a bad feeling that he was right; it was wrong to involve her friend. God, how much easier it would be to stand aside and let Benj handle the ball from here on in. She had laid the groundwork. Wasn’t that enough? Was it her pride that stood in the way? Maybe. A woman on the police force was always overshadowed by her male counterparts. Women cops had to work harder, make concessions and face more disappointments. It went with the territory. An edge he had said.
She checked her watch. It was almost five. I need to see Uncle Silvio, she thought, and I could stand some good Italian food. She k
