Chapter 11
There was nothing like being so damn tired you could hardly remember the security code to your own front door. Kurt braced one hand against the frame of the open door and punched in the code a second time. This time it took and the alarm system shut off with a chirp.
Captain Hubert stood two feet away, watching him.
“Take a nap and a shower. I’ll give you three hours,” she said.
He stared at her. “Meaning you’ll come back and pick me up?”
She followed him into the house and shut the door. “No, meaning I’m going to park my behind on your couch and make the eleven phone calls I need to make. Go. Sleep. I need you just a little functional by the time the sun comes up.”
“Ma’am…”
“Kurt.” She used his first name for a change. “You’re exhausted, emotionally wiped out, but possib
