DISCONNECT (The Bening Files Book 2) by Trautmiller Rachel

Author:Trautmiller, Rachel [Trautmiller, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: RT-Miller Publishers
Published: 2015-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

A call to Beth had dispelled Amanda's fears, for the time being. At first, the other woman had sounded upset, but had quickly cheered once Amanda assured her she was okay. Luckily, Beth hadn't pushed for too many answers. Not like Jordan and McKenna.

Or Robinson.

She walked through the third precinct doors and let her eyes adjust to the dimness inside. Davis sat at the front desk, her blonde hair pulled tight into a ponytail. It gave her face a lift, without surgery.

A few hard tugs on the hospital bracelet did nothing to remove it. The edge of the stiff plastic chaffed her wrist. She'd have to grab a scissors once she got to her desk.

“Where have you been?” Davis asked. Her voice held a smoky-grit to it, something the guys teased her about. The other woman couldn't be older than thirty. Instead of pursuing her detectives shield, she chose to run operations within the station.

There were lots of nasty rumors circulating about why she stayed with CMPD and the third precinct, in general. Most of them included a scenario, in which, the young woman traded herself for the job, with any willing partner. And that she’d rounded the majority of the male population within various precincts, throughout Charlotte. Ergo her wide-based knowledge of all law enforcement personnel.

Amanda didn't buy into it. She’d never seen the other woman with anyone, let alone a man. It smacked of the aftermath of a breakup, wherein the other person spread gossip to the rumor mill in some twisted plot of revenge.

Davis seemed nice, in a quiet, yet, observant way. That type of attention to detail couldn't be taught. Someday, Davis might save their backsides. Or, according to some of the meaner detectives, she might kill them all.

“Kind of a long lunch, Nettles.” Green eyes lifted from the computer screen and went to the watch on her left wrist. The giant clock behind her read three-fifteen. “Almost four hours. Hope it was more than a salad.”

“Reuben sandwich.” Amanda walked around the desk, waited for Davis to buzz her through the security door before coming to stand behind her coworker. “I'm sure your lunch was better.”

Davis spun in her chair and faced Amanda. “The usual.”

So, a cold sandwich in the small break room, while finishing the crossword puzzle and trying to stay out of sight. Amanda had invited the officer to lunch, on more than one occasion, but been shot down every time. As if Davis preferred her own company more than that of others.

Amanda tugged at the band again. “You got a scissors?”

The other woman opened a drawer, pulled out the sharp object and placed it in Amanda's hand, handle first. She snipped through the band and tucked the plastic in her pocket, before handing the scissors back.

“That explains the long lunch.” Davis stowed it away and slid the drawer shut. “Everything okay?”

Not by a long shot. “No big deal. Just an embarrassing bout of public fainting, coupled with overly worried friends. Waste of ER space.

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