Collision Control by C.A. Szarek

Author:C.A. Szarek
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2014-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Taylor sighed. She tried to ignore Manning, but she could feel his glare from across his cubicle. She was using his computer, and evidently he had no patience for real investigation.

Lucas had been gone for three days.

She’d been stuck with the younger detective, and neither of them was pleased.

He was twitchy.

She kept snapping at him.

They were getting nowhere on the case.

Which makes things worse.

There was no sign of Pompa, Carter Bennett, or the last unaccounted member of their gang, Rowdy Vargas.

And Jared Manning winced every time she said the name Joe Pompa.

Taylor hadn’t figured out why just yet, but something was there.

It was subtle. His shoulders would tense and a ripple of some unnamed emotion would traverse his handsome face.

Taylor needed to call Eddie to see if he’d heard anything, but then again, her fellow FBI agent would’ve called, like he’d said he would.

“It’s likely Bennett did his job and got out of town,” Manning said.

Had the detective read her mind?

“Yeah, it would make sense. But where’s Vargas? Getaway car—or body yet to be found?”

He shrugged, lifting one booted foot and resting it against the gray fabric wall of his cubicle. “You’re the FBI agent. You tell me.” He smirked.

Anger flipped Taylor’s stomach and she sucked in a breath so she wouldn’t snap at him. Again. Or worse—smack the look off his face.

Damn the man.

She turned back to the computer screen, flexing her fingers that rested on the mouse.

“I’ve been a cop for eight years, you know. Detective for almost six. I didn’t get promoted for nothing.” His deep voice made her frown.

Taylor swiveled the chair around.

His posture was relaxed, his shoulders up against the felt wall, but the expression on his face was hard.

“Your point?”

“I’m not an idiot. I know what I’m doing. I am an investigator. A damn good one, too. If you need to pull my file, ask my boss. Look at my close-out rating. Even before Cole was my partner.”

“Still not hearing a point here.” Taylor reclined in the chair, ignoring how the tension rippled across his broad shoulders.

Manning crossed his arms over his chest. “Bullshit.”

“Bullshit?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. And why I am saying it.”

Taylor didn’t respond.

The detective pushed off the wall and glared. “Since you’ve arrived, you’ve been treating me like shit. You show me zero respect, like I’m a gnat to be swatted. Meanwhile, you think Cole Lucas hung the moon. I gather it’s because I’m a cop in a city of less than fifty-thousand people, and you think since he was FBI and I’m not, I don’t know anything. Well, I might not work on the Dallas Violent Crimes Task Force, but I have worked a murder or two, and I do know what the fuck I’m doing.”

She didn’t want to respond. Because he was wrong—wasn’t he?

His cell phone rang and Taylor jumped.

“We’re not done with this,” Manning barked as he palmed the phone and glanced down at the screen.

Yeah. Kiss my ass. But Taylor didn’t say the words. She’d never admit that he was even a little bit right.

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