CHAPTER FIVE
Carly studied Lyle’s face with concern. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet ever since their meeting with Chief Voss a short time ago. Now he sat staring fixedly out the airplane window.
He’s got a lot on his mind, she reminded herself.
Their flight had just lifted off from Reagan International, and the runway was disappearing below them. They were en route to their new assignment in Boston’s Seeley Hill neighborhood.
Without turning toward her, Lyle finally spoke in a soft voice.
“I hadn’t expected this.”
As cryptic as his words sounded, Carly knew exactly what Lyle meant. He hadn’t expected Chief Voss to clear him for work. After his addictive relapse, he’d expected to be relieved from duty, at least for a while. Maybe even permanently. Lyle had put in more than enoug
