A young man in a short-sleeved button-down shirt and tie sat behind a large desk, staring at a monitor. He jerked his head up when Steel cleared his throat. “Can I help you?”
Steel saw the apprehension in his eyes and laughed inwardly.
“I need to speak with Ms. Quine. Now.”
“Really? I mean, she’s not here right now. She’s out doing some field work.”
“When’s she coming back?”
The man wiped the sweat glistening on his forehead despite the below-freezing temperature in the office. He shrugged. “Not sure. Was she expecting you?”
Steel whirled around and stormed out, slamming the front door. He pulled out his phone and called Jorge to get her home address. He’d pay a personal visit to Ms. Smart-Mouth.
This shit with the department is gonna end tonight.
He sped out of the reservation and onto the open road.
