Silver Justice

assignment to go over the traffic feeds was a tedious, grueling job, so perhaps a few days of that would blunt his insolence.

There was more discussion on logistics before the meeting wound down and everyone received their marching orders.

Silver returned to her office and closed the door, tired from the tension of having to combat insurrection in her ranks. She idly wished that she could return to the good old days before she was in a supervisory position, when all she had to do was be good at her job and catch bad guys.

Nothing in life was ever easy. That’s the lesson she’d learned so far. And just when you thought you had a handle on things, they changed, often for the worse.

But she was convinced she was on to something about the killings.

And when she got one of these feelings, it had always been a good idea to pursue it.

Even if her a-hole subordinate thought she was an idiot.

Taking a grimaced sip of her cold coffee, she pulled open her drawer and fished out a piece of Gudrun chocolate — a truffle. Studying it for a moment, she popped it into her mouth, savoring the guilty pleasure in the calm of her environment.

Thank God for chocolate.

Chapter 7

Kennedy was sitting at the computer desk playing a game while Silver lounged on the couch poring over her evening’s casework.

“Why does Dad say that I’d be better off if I lived with him?”

“When did he say that?” Silver asked, struggling to keep her tone even.

“The other night at the ballet. On the way there we were talking about my day at school, then at Miriam’s, and he just came out with it.”

Silver took her time, considering how to frame her response.

“Your father and I disagree on many things. That’s obviously one of them. I think you’re doing great here, just like things are. You’re getting good grades, you have all your fingers and toes, and you’re growing into a beautiful young lady.” That was as honest as she felt like being with a ten-year-old. It wouldn’t do to tell her the truth — your father is a miserable, selfish prick who only loves himself, and views you as a disposable accessory, just as he did his wife. “Did he say anything else?”

“Just that he missed me and wished we could spend more time together.”

“Well, that’s a nice sentiment. I’m sure he does.”

“I asked him if that was so, why he misses visitations so often,” Kennedy revealed.

Wow. Score one for Silver’s team. “That’s a fair question. What did he say?”

“That his schedule is complicated.” Kennedy paused. “He didn’t really want to talk about it after that,” she said innocently.

I’ll bet he didn’t, Silver thought.

“And I thought it was weird that he suddenly was talking as though I should move in with him.”

Silver occasionally forgot how smart Kennedy was. She thought of her as a little girl, but she was years ahead of her diminutive stature.

“Sometimes your father says weird things.”

“Sometimes you do, too.” Kennedy changed the subject. “Are we going to California? I’ve been looking at bikinis online. And surfboards. Way cool stuff.”

“Maybe so, sweetie. But I have to finish up the case I’m working on before I can get away.” Bikinis? Way cool?

“So you’re telling me what I want to hear. We’re not going.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m considering it. It depends on a lot of things. My schedule. School. Money.”

Kennedy returned to the game and muttered, “Whatever.”

Silver considered chastising her for the snotty retort and then thought better of it. This wouldn’t be the last opportunity to take her on for her attitude. Better to finish up her work and get them ready for bed.

So Eric was lobbying Kennedy about custody. He was such a lowlife. That was as below the belt as you could get.

Any hesitation she had about coming up with the money for Ben to do a full court press on the private detectives evaporated. This was war. One she would win no matter what.

The next morning, as Silver made her way to her office through the maze of cubicles, coffee and briefcase in hand, she heard Richard’s voice followed by a tinkling peal of female laughter from the far end. It couldn’t be Monique — she wasn’t due in yet. Silver turned and walked down the aisle to where she could just make out the distinctive top of Richard’s head.

When she got to his work area, sensing a presence behind him, Richard swung around to greet her. A woman in her late twenties was seated in one of the only two chairs, a laptop computer in front of her. She was gorgeous, Silver noted — even in business attire, her blond hair and symmetrical features would have stopped traffic.

The woman stood and Richard made introductions. “Good morning, Silver. This is Stacy Burroughs. Stacy, Assistant Special Agent In Charge Silver Cassidy — who is running this show,” Richard said with a smile.

Silver tried not to telegraph her sizing up Stacy but was sure she was failing. She was five seven or so, with curves in all the right places — not a bombshell like Monique, just a very attractive female. No wedding ring or jewelry of any kind.

Stacy extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” Stacy said, and Silver noted a southern twang. Georgia?

Silver fumbled with her coffee then shook her hand, noting the cool, confident grip.

“Stacy just got in on the morning train from D.C.. She’s made progress on the background checks, and I thought it would be a good idea to have her back for another day,” Richard explained. “We can get more accomplished at this stage in person than over e-mail.”

Richard was wearing a pale blue oxford shirt with a maroon and yellow tie, and appeared to shimmer with good health and sex appeal. His teeth gleamed against the contrast of his tan, and Silver noted that he was wearing the understated aftershave that suited him so well.

“Welcome to our humble offices. I’m sure Richard knows his way around well enough by now to get you anything you need. Are you just down for the day again?”

Silver hoped it hadn’t sounded like she wanted her to leave soon. Although she knew that in spite of her best efforts there was certainly a little of that in her tone.

“That’s the plan, unless something comes up that requires me to stay here,” Stacy responded neutrally, eyes shifting for a half-second to Richard.

Like what? An erection?

Silver stopped her inner voice before it could kick into high gear. It was unprofessional and catty. Besides, she didn’t have any interest in Richard’s romantic life, and certainly had no reason to be concerned about who he was or wasn’t entangled with.

That was her official position, anyway. Although she was feeling suddenly territorial, which was unlike her.

“Well, nice to meet you. I hope you make progress. We could certainly use some,” Silver said, glancing at the time and taking a sip of her coffee. She’d seen about all she wanted to of Richard’s research assistant and suddenly couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Stacy chirped enthusiastically.

Silver decided she hated Stacy.

“I’ll let you know what we come up with later,” Richard said, and there was an uneasy pause.

“All right, then. Off to work. You know where to find me if you need me,” Silver said, the words sounding vapid even as she spoke them.