Enzo
"I don't care what the f**k they have going on, I want them off my back and off the case! The f**k they investigating me for anyway?!" I boomed at the FBI chief, Watson, in his office.
He looked scared of me as I saw his eyes land on my gun that was tucked in my trousers on my hip.
"Enzo, I don't know what to tell you, they've gone off course, they're like dogs with a bone."
"Well throw the bone in the bin and get rid of the dogs, or next time I have to come down here it won't be nicely put, understand."
"Understood, but Enzo, these guys are two of New York's best detectives, so until I manage to get this situation under wraps, just keep a low profile."
I shake my head and leave his office which leads out into the main room where all the detectives desks are, all eyes are plante
