CHAPTER ELEVEN
McCall met Steel outside the precinct. She noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual suit. Today he was in black jeans, T-shirt, a pair of Bugatti boots and a pea coat. The body of it was made of wool, but the sleeves and collar were padded leather.
“Going for the sporty look today?” she joked. Steel shook his head and smiled.
“I’ve got to go to the range, apparently I have to qualify,” he said, shrugging.
“Oh, you qualify for lots of things, Steel, believe me,” she answered with a large grin. She didn’t have to drive him, but she wanted to see what he could do. In all their time together, she had never really seen him shoot. McCall was itching to see ‘Supercop’ mess it up, or at least miss the target a few times. In fact, it so happened that McCall was the department’s ‘best
