6
“Oh god, dear, what a misery!” Tessa called out. She felt sorry for her otherwise strong colleague.
Aubrey Taylor leaned over the table, exhausted. ‘This case is driving me crazy,” she muttered.
“Maybe we can go to the psychologist together then,” Keith commented.
Aubrey felt too tired to respond to Keith’s funny intended remark.
“Head up Taylor. She would have taken us off the case anyway,” Keith said. “What? You don’t think so? Do you really think this is her reaction to what I said?”
“What does it matter Keith?” Aubrey asked; her head still on the table.
“Jesus, Aubrey! She knew the FBI was going to take over this case before meeting us. That was why she wanted to meet here and not at the station. So she doesn’t run into Kramer and Kramer.”
“It’s fine with me Keith. None of my
