Jake sat back at his desk, watching the figures on his screen. Normally, it didn't take him this long to do a backround check, but Sean Workens' name had been flaged by the Feds. It took him forever to get cleared.
Feet on the desk, fingers drumming, he glanced at his phone. Jake was waiting for Tripp to call him. This was his case and he was supposed to go to a suspects home himself. The fact that he got stuck here with the Feds made him cranky.
"I heard you finally got cleared."
Jake turned and saw Calleigh, her hair tucked behind her ears. She always did that when she was working.
"Yes, but it's still taking forever." Jake complained.
"Hmmm. Well how was your meeting with the Feds?" Calleigh smiled. Knowing how much Jake hated them.
He rolled his eyes and glanced back at the screen then looked at Calleigh again.
"Oh, it went well." Jake's voice was laced with sarcasm. "I-"
Before he could finish, they heard a shot and several screams.
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