Chapter 7
The boxes were in as much disarray as when she first arrived; the only difference being they, and she, were on their way out.
Had it only been three years since she first walked into this office, ready to take on the world and seek justice to the fullest of her ability? Had it only been three years since she dove in head-first into an investigation, coming up with a coup to keep a child in custody? Had it only been three years since…?
A lot had happened in those three years that was for certain. She had seen one detective go home to care of family, had seen another risk his own 'family' in the pursuit of justice. She watched one district attorney step down and another take his place, the interim's dedication to justice almost equal to her own.
There were clashes with her boss; there were times to cheer, times to cry. From finding her good friend brutally murdered, to confiding something she had never told a living soul… A lot had happened in that short time that felt like a chapter's worth of another lifetime.
And now it was time to move on, to a bigger arena, to bring down larger groups of organized crime.
Yes, the move was maybe a matter of blocks, but the distance would be greater, the goals, objectives larger. Even as she told him the news, she was aware of the small steps she was taking, while telling him she'd be nearby, next door in fact, that she'd probably, very seldom cross paths with him again.
Having lost track of the time, she didn't hear him knock.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked. "Or do you have everything under control?"
Abbie Carmichael smiled. "I've got it all under control, Jack. Just debating what to order in for a working dinner."
"Sky's the limit, Abbie. My treat."
She gave him a slight nod and returned to the last of the work. Smiling to herself, she repeated, "Yeah, the sky's the limit."
