INT. - 9th PRECINCT - AFTERNOON

Captain King's scowl set the mood as Gerri entered the office, Jackson on her heels. The three suits watched them enter, waited for Jackson to close the door behind him before flashing badges.

Feds, her partner was right, FBI, all three of them. Amber eyes studied her carefully and, to Gerri's relief, the initial wave of attraction she'd felt, the moment of contact, faded into the background as she reached out.

"Detective Meyers," ...