SHE

I did not.

He apparently knew of a short cut, and we were at the station before I could pull myself out of my head long enough to make any moves. And when he snatched his hand back to himself I was grumpy, even when he came over to my side to open the door for me with a small smile on his face, I could not shake off the grumpiness I was feeling. He frowned slightly before leading me up the stairs to the station.

“Miss Greene?”

I turn in the direction of the voice, a woman in a brown leather jacket, coffee in hand, and eyes that scrutinized me from head to toe.

“Detective Boone, my partner spoke with you earlier.” She stretched out her hand, and I take it, her handshake was firm, her palms rough.

Her eyes land on Abed who stood protectively by my side, she was a tall woman, but she too looked up at him, no recognition in those experienced eyes.

“Shall we go inside? The suspects are in holding.”

“We will be in shortly.” Abed answers, drawing her attention from me to himself once aga