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?Fut keep in mind she might turn you down. She always turns people down,? 6onny says.
Way to boost my confidence.
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?Shut up, 6onny;? Adams thunders. ?Ehis is exactly why you still live in your mamaWs basement.?
?I was trying to prepare him for the possibility of a negative outcome,? 6onny defends.
?…ust shut the hell up;? Adams says.
?It seems you folks have nothing to do. Adams, go check out what Gabriel is up to on the 97th. 6onny, organiBe your station. Nick; Yy o!ce now;? Chief says, showing up at our doorway.
?Xes, sir,? I reply, immediately standing up and following him back to his o!ce.
I smile at Isabel upon entering his o!ce, and she reciprocates before I enter the chiefWs main o!ce.
?Sit, Nickolai;? he commands.
What's going on? Am I in trouble?
I hope I'm not being transferred again. I won't take it lightly with my father if that's happening.
Ehe chief sits and drops a 'le on my side of the table.
?Nick, I need your help with this case2 it is old. It has been a real headache for the precinct. Nobody has been able to close the case, given your expertise and experience as a detective. I want you to put it to good use for me,? the chief says.
Ohat a relief; IWm not being transferred. I take a deep breath and pick up the 'le before me. I %ip through the pages. It is a homicide case. Ehe exciting thing is that it happened in an o!ce where everyone was present, but the killer was never found because everyone had a strong alibi.
Hmmm… interesting.
?Alright, sir, IWll go through it and get back to you,? I say, standing to my feet.
?Ehank you, Nick,? he says. ?’mmPif you need other information relating to the case, you can check the archives room.?
?Hkay, boss.? I salute him playfully before exiting the room.
I walk over to IsabelWs desk. She doesnWt look as busy as she was a few minutes ago.
?’ey.?
?’ey, Nick,? her face widens in a smile.
Seeing her smile melts my heart every time. Since Eabitha, I donWt think I have been this interested in another woman.
?’ow is it goingL? I ask, trying to sound casual.
?Going good. IWm 7—8 done with tasks on my desk,? she joyfully states.
?EhatWs nice; ’mmP I will need your help,? I say.
?6eallyL Oith whatL? she inquires.
?Chief told me to work on a case, and IWll need all the evidence and reports from archives. IWll need your help to sort them,? I explain.
?Hh, thatWs no problem. Call me anytime you need me,? she smiles.
I canWt help but reciprocate her beautiful smile.
