Where was his indignation for what happened to Corbin?
The man didn’t even ask how he was, or where he was. They knew he was aware of his injuries, and still, nada. There was no way Oliver didn’t tell him.
“Yeah, and?” Gene asked. “He’s part of our investigation, and we get to ask questions. For the record, we were polite. I’m about to be a lot less polite in a few minutes to you,” he admitted.
The commissioner was to the point.
“When Director Rothschild called and took this case away from my cops, I was reassured it would be handled correctly. He promised you’d keep me in the loop. So, I’ll see you in my office. I’m at home and I’ll get there shortly. When I do, we’re going to discuss this.”
Then, it went dead.
Well, shit.
Ethan laughed.
“You have a way with men,” Blackhawk said. “You make them angry. First the professor, then his sugar daddy, and now the commissioner. Why do I find that sexy?” he joked.
That made Gene snort.
If he had a dollar for every time a captain or commissioner busted his balls, he’d have a nice nest egg. It came with the territory.
BUT…
There was one thing that made him want to be difficult. It was when local law got a little too ballsy and forgot that the FBI didn’t work for them.
And didn’t answer to them.
There were only three people who could bust his balls, and he had to take it.
Greyson Croft.
Gabriel Rothschild.
And Director Moore.
Other than that, this asshole was out of his mind, and he was crossing a line.
“I love when they boss me around. It makes me want to slap the shit out of people and do something so outrageous they have no choice but to call my boss. Now, I have a goal.”
Ethan laughed.
“Oh, I know, and here Gabe calls me the cowboy. That’s false.”
Gene considered their options.
“Now, do we turn around and head back to talk to the commissioner, or do we head to the guy’s house who is funding the scholarships? Because now we have even more on our plate.”
Ethan considered it.
“Well, he said he had to go to the office, so we have some time. I say we make him wait so he’s really friendly and happy to see us. You love when they snarl and snap. Then, you get to be bitchy, and Gabe can’t bust your chops.”
That was true.
Gene grinned.
“That’s the perfect plan,” he said, giving him a fist bump. “I just want to go on record and say that I really hate the local law—Corbin excluded.”
Said every Fed ever.
