Page 5 of Lay Down the Law

For the first time, her composure wavered. She blinked, then looked down at her hands, twisting in her lap. Quickly, she relaxed them. “He had no right to give you my entire file. Some of it’s confidential.”

“You don’t think he’s going to let you waltz in and dazzle me with your test scores and solve rate when we both know you’ve had some serious problems in the last six months, do you?”

“Frank knows I’m a good cop.”

“He also knows you’re wobbly on your feet. You were involved in a shooting. There are repercussions to that sort of thing whether we like to admit it or not. Frank didn’t expect me to walk in blind. Not after what happened to Danny Perrine.”

She flinched. “I’m not wobbly. I made a mistake—”

“A very serious one that nearly cost a man his life.”

“I’m fully aware—”

Nick’s throat squeezed out a short, incredulous laugh designed to let her know just how he felt about cops and mistakes. “Just because you’re aware, Ms. McNeal, doesn’t mean it’s going to go away or that it won’t happen again.”

“I screwed up,” she said. “I went back to work too soon after…Danny. But I’m better now—”

“Ah, I’ll feel a hell of lot better going through a door with you, knowing you’re all better.”

Her eyes heated. “I can do without the sarcasm.”

Ignoring her anger, maybe even enjoying it a little, Nick continued, “This isn’t personal, McNeal. I’m just trying to decide if you’re still suitable for police work.”

“Why don’t you give me the chance to prove it?”

“Because I’m afraid you’ll freeze up when I need you. I can do without a bullet in my back.”

She stared at him, her eyes wide, nostrils flaring slightly. “I’m solid.”

“If that was the case you’d still be in Chicago.”

“Frank’s assessment of me was incorrect.”

Nick leaned forward. “You mean he lied? Why would he do that?”

“I’m his niece. He’s overprotective. He thinks I ought to be home baking cookies, for Pete’s sake.”

“Maybe you should have considered administrative work when he offered it.”

“I’m a police officer. I don’t want to sit behind a desk.”

“You’d rather play Rambo, and freeze up on your partner.”

“That’s not how any of this happened.”

Nick knew he was being hard on her, but he figured since this was his town he had every right to put her on the hot seat.

“I know what happened in that warehouse,” he said. “I know about Danny Perrine. You froze up, McNeal. Were you going to bother mentioning that to me?”

She stared at him, her jaw tight, her eyes shooting fire and ice.

“So before you come in here trying to dazzle me with your assorted bragging points, why don’t you explain to me why I ought to hire you?”

* * *

Erin wanted so badly to tell him to go to hell she could taste it. Of course, she didn’t. Six months ago she would have laughed in his face. Today, shaken, uncertain and a little desperate, she could do nothing more than stare at him and wonder how the interview had gone from bad to downright catastrophic in less than ten minutes.

He knows,she thought. He knows I can’t hack it anymore. The familiar pain cut her and went deep. Doubt and guilt slashed her, and she felt the blood well like a fresh wound. She looked down at where she held her purse with a death grip. Forcing her hands to relax, refusing to let this man reduce her to a bumbling rookie, she looked up and met his gaze levelly.