CHAPTER 8 - MEETING THE GOSSIP OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD
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HE CROSSED THE SQUAD room with a sign for James, and the D.S. fell in step with him. They headed for the parking lot.
McNamara opened the car doors without a word for James. He just pointed to the D.S. to get into the car.
James’s sigh grated on his nerves and prompted the D.C.I. to gnash his teeth. McNamara couldn’t understand his officer’s reluctance to share a car with him when he was driving. After all, his driving wasn’t bad at all. It wasn’t sedate, that was true. Most of his officers would drag through the traffic, but McNamara wasn’t one of them. Traffic was something to be conquered and tamed.
He didn’t comment on James’s sigh, but started the car and drove out of the parking lot, choosing the fastest route to Cramo
