“Patrol is out seeing what they can find.” Captain leaned back. “With all this, though, I want coverage on the bar.”
“I already have my security company coming this week to beef everything up,” Rhys said.
“That’s good, but I’m still putting Oscar in.”
Dread filled me. “Captain?—”
“No,” Rhys bit out at the same time.
I’d also been objecting, but his adamant and vehement refusal was still a blow to my ego. I was tempted to reverse my position out of spite. But I had other cases to deal with. And I sure as hell had better things to do than babysit a building for the day. Stakeouts were usually anticlimactic, but that would be a dull record.
“Save your breath,” Captain said, focusing on me. “This is coming from over my head. Even the mayor is getting complaints about what went down last night.”
“Why?” I asked. It was a valid question.
It wasn’t like we were some Barney Fife deputies in a small town where a stolen pie off a windowsill was the worst that happened.Boston had a lot worse crimes than a drive-by where no one was hurt.
Myself excluded, but my injury was barely a scrape. I wasn’t raising a fuss about it.
Captain Talbot looked just as frustrated. “Because everyone cares about this great city so much.”
That was bullshit said just because Rhys was in the room, and we all knew it.
“Either way,” my captain continued, “they want it handled, and they want it handled fast.”
“Sitting on the place for the day isn’t going to do much,” I pointed out.
Rhys had my back—the bastard. “Especially since I’m closed for the week.”
I looked at him. “You are?”
“My security company needs time to get the new cameras and upgrades set.”
Gesturing toward him, I said, “See? No reason to have me sitting on a closed building.”
“That’s great because you’re not sitting on it. You’re going undercover.”
I bolted to my feet. “Sir?—”
“Fuck no,” Rhys gritted out, even more vicious than his last refusal.
Ouch.
So much for our trauma bonding.
“Going undercover at Mr. Walker’s bar doesn’t make any sense when the incident happened outside,” I said.
“Back to Mr. Walker?” he murmured so quietly, I almost wasn’t sure I heard him.
“A drive-by where one of my detectives was nearly hit is far from anincident,” Cap said.
“That’s a damn good point,” Rhys said. “Maybe she was the target all along. Sticking her back at the scene is just welcoming a repeat attempt.”
As much as my mortality and I hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong.
“Then think of how safe she’ll be with your beefed-up security,” Captain Talbot said.
“Sir—” I tried again, but my boss held up his hand.
