Chapter 8
"OK, we got a location," Carson announced as she got back to the office. "He's here," she told the group, pointing to the spot on the map.
Don started delegating, getting everybody ready to move out. Soon, the only ones left in the room were Don and Agent Carson. When she made a move to go get ready as well Don stopped her.
"What do you think you're doing?" She turned to look at him.
"My job," Carson answered firmly.
"Not this time," Don told her, just as firm.
"And why the hell not?" she asked as he started walking away. He turned and glared at her.
"Because I said so. If he or anyone else in the 18th Street gang recognizes you, you blow your case." Agent Carson glared back at him.
"Look, I can keep my face hidden. Now, no offense to Reeves, but she doesn't know this guy like I do. He's snapped, he proved that by way he killed Michaels. If things hit the fan, she won't be able to talk him down, but there's a chance he might listen to me. Face it, you need me there."
Damn, she's right, Don thought. He sighed in defeat, he couldn't argue with her logic.
"Fine, but keep your face hidden," he warned. "I don't want the U.S. Attorney on my ass cause I let you blow your cover."
"Fine," she agreed, leaving to get ready.
Don ran his hand through his hair as she left. Shaking his head, he leaned over the table.
"You know who she reminds me of?" Megan asked from the doorway.
"Who?" Don asked, not looking up at her. He didn't really wanna know, but she would've told him anyway.
"You." This got Don to look at her. "She's just as stubborn and determined as you are."