By C.A. Szarek
Sweat broke out on her brow and Lee gripped her Glock tighter instead of wiping the moisture away. She bit back a curse.
What’s taking so long?
They should’ve already heard shouts of “Federal agents!”
She hated being in the back. Being back-up.
Lee and her partner, Clint Downs, were the lead agents of their unit, and usually headed raids.
Their boss, Special Agent Olivia Barnes, wanted them—Lee in particular—to take a breather from going hard and fast.
Nothing wrong with the passenger seat, right?
Maybe if she kept telling herself that, it’d sink in.
Hard and fast was all Lee knew. How she got the job done. But even her partner had reminded her there were twelve members of their human trafficking unit. They were all partners.
Ugh. She’d rather hang a ‘Doesn’t play well with others’ sign around her neck.“You good?”
2014 © C.A. Szarek