Deep Trouble Undercover“How far is too far, Sarge?”
Benton brushed back his graying hair. “What are you really asking me, Steven?” His drawl was smoother than Jack Daniel’s. Like so many on the Jacksonville PD, he was just a good ol’ boy who’d done well. Lots of them didn’t care much for the younger, college-educated cops who came on board. Benton was always cool with me, though and he gave me this shot at high-level undercover work. Undercover was a young man’s gig; the guys over forty didn’t have much chance.
I had to know. “When you worked undercover, did you ever—sleep with a suspect?”
Benton’s gaze jerked around, some surprise on his worn features. He snapped the manila folder containing the Stalton crew’s operations file on the desk. “No, I never did. But I came close. You sleepin
