“I’m here to help you crack the case.”
“Crack the case? What are we in, Criminal Minds?” My phone rings before he can respond, and I quickly answer, continuing to observe him as he messes with a salt lamp on my end table. I furrow my brows at him before saying, “Hello?”
“Jessica Lee.” Officer Fine’s voice is sarcastic and exaggerated.
“Yes?” I impatiently respond.
“You like your new handler?”
“I-“
“Don’t answer that. Doesn’t matter because you’ve managed to avoid all of my calls, and we’re getting impatient. Jack over there will be helping you get us information and ensure you… stay on task.”
I shift my jaw. “Right, and, so how am I supposed to explain the blond bimbo hanging around?”
“Hey.” He scowls at me, reiterating my observation of his childlike countenance, and I purse my lips.
“Just say he’s your boyfriend. I don’t care, just get the job done, or you know what comes next.” When I’m silent, he finishes the call with, “I’ll be in touch.” And the line goes dead.