CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Franklin couldn’t read Bruner behind his dark sunglasses. He’d made the right noises, offering his sympathies to them all, then re-flicked the cold switch.
‘We can’t be tripping over you. We’ll let you know what we need and when.’
‘These are our friends.’
‘Especially why you need to back off a bit, mate.’
He nearly lost it. Pointed out, ‘This is our patch,’ thumbing at him and Howell. ‘We’d have caught this case even if we hadn’t been first responders.’
Bruner’s chest swelled, inflating his suit jacket. ‘Yes. But we were always going to be the ones driving it.’
Franklin spoke without thinking and couldn’t recall the specifics of what he’d said immediately after. Something to the effect that he wanted in on everything. To personally inform Kendra. To see Sam’s famil
