Thirteen
We’d barely gotten inside the front doors when the desk sergeant waved us down. Jacquie pointed to her desk, whispered something in Troy’s ear and he slunk off.
“Captain wants you two in her office. She doesn’t sound pleased.”
“Thanks for the heads up,” I said and wound my way through the bullpen to Captain Beech’s office.
“Get in here, you two,” she boomed.
She rarely took that tone with us and I had a feeling she was pissed about our bailing on the other call. I was going to let Jacquie explain that one.
“You two want to tell me why you cancelled on that a*******n call?”
“It was my fault, Captain. My nephew called,” Jacquie started.
“DeWitt, I get things are in flux at home, but prioritizing a family matter over an active investigation isn’t like you,” Captain Beech chas
