Page 289 of Affair

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“What the bloody hell is going on?” the commissioner asked, staring at Elizabeth.

She gave him a little finger wave as she was wearing handcuffs. There was about to be a bruhaha and she was going to make popcorn and enjoy the show.

“We received a call about a domestic coming from the address where we found these two, and when we went in, they were standing over three victims.”

The commissioner stared at her.

“So you think she killed them? That the second top cop in the country is a serial killer?”

Elizabeth said nothing.

Why?

This detective…oh, his ass was grass.

She knew he was busting her balls, and she got that. Elizabeth had a lot of cops that despised her. This was par for the course.

This was about him being irritated that the FBI got to the scene first, and that it was her.

There was no way he was dumb enough to buy that she was a killer.

Oh, she was.

And so was Remington, but they didn’t do this job.

The commissioner sighed.

“So you opted to bust the Deputy Director of the FBI’s balls because you didn’t like seeing her there?” he asked.

The detective flushed red.

Elizabeth dug the hole deeper.

“I tried to explain, but your detective thinks that two people, who are clean, massacred three living beings and they caught us red handed. Do you train your detectives, or do they try to lock up innocent people all of the time? I hope the media doesn’t hear about this…”

She let that hang there.

“Uncuff them,” he hissed.

The detective did, and the whole time, he was bright red.

She hoped he didn’t have a cardiac episode.

The last thing she wanted to do was give him mouth-to-mouth.

The commissioner tried to calm the situation down.

“Your boss called. Axelle Maverick is on her way here. She’s about to kick all of our asses because of this stunt, so I’m so sorry,” he offered.

She shrugged.

“I don’t blame you, Commissioner.”

He kept talking.

“Our homicide captain quit earlier, and the troops are losing their nut, apparently. It won’t happen again,” he said, staring at his detective. “The director wasn’t lying. She’s working something for the FBI, so apologize to her.”

The cop stood there.