Page 290 of Affair
“Apologize to her now.”
He choked out the words.
“I’m sorry.”
She smiled.
“Listen, I get it. You wanted to bust my balls and show your dominance. Next time, just piss on the crime scene and say it’s yours. This was unnecessary.”
It really was.
When she was uncuffed, she smiled at the commissioner sweetly.
“Thanks for coming down here. I hope your detectives don’t make you do that often.”
Oh, someone was in trouble.
That was for sure.
The commissioner glared at his detective for this stunt. If the Director of the FBI was coming there, that meant she was up his ass, and the media would hear about it.
“Again, Director, we’re sorry.”
She was going to use that to her advantage.
“It’s okay. No harm done. I’ll have my people take over that scene. Can you retract your cops? We were trying to do this low key, and already, being dragged in here in handcuffs…”
He didn’t make her finish.
“It’s yours, and the city police officers are just holding it until the FBI can get there.”
That worked for her.
As Elizabeth began walking out, the commissioner followed.
“Can you tell us what’s going on?” he asked.
She made something up.
FAST.
“There’s a serial killer moving from state to state, and Mr. Bowman here worked the case years ago. That’s why we’re both here. Those were the sixth, seventh, and eighth victims. If more pop up, we might have to get you to let us have those too,” she admitted, setting this up so they could have some leverage here.
He just shook her hand.
“Call me if there’s a problem. I really am sorry that you had to deal with this.”
Oh, she was accustomed to it.
Some men hated to see a woman kicking ass and taking names.
When she bid him goodbye, she thought she was in the clear as they exited the building.
That was anything but the case.
Why?
Toadstool was waiting outside, being anything but a fungi.
