Chapter 10“I think I should drive,” Givens says.
I am behind the wheel, driving along the main artery, scouring streets and alleys for the unmarked dark car. “I’m driving,” I shoot back, looking everywhere but at my partner.
“What’s your f*****g problem?”
“Working with you.”
“f**k you, Ballinger.”
“No thanks. You’re not my type.”
She taps her chewed nails across the top of the passenger door.
I grip the steering wheel, keeping my focusing, ignoring Given’s annoyance. After a few seconds, she says, “No rebuttal?”
“It’s the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”
“You’re quoting Aristotle to me? Seriously?”
I stare out as Main Street narrows and materializes into side streets and back alleys.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asks.
My hands ti
