“I may need to offer whoever I deal with on this an incentive,” she told him. He cocked his head and those wonderful lips curved in an easy smile. “You mean a bribe.” “Bribe’s such a strong word. Yeah, I may need a bribe. Sports or booze, probably. Those are the usual hot tickets. I’ll keep it within reason.” “Bribing cops not to do work is a time-honored tradition.” “Hey.” He laughed. “Do what you need to do, Lieutenant. I’ll be in your office.” She didn’t know who might have caught weekend duty, or who might be at a desk, but she hoped it was someone she had at least a passing and cordial relationship with. Otherwise, she’d have to start from scratch with whoever had the weekend command—and if things got sticky, and anincentive didn’t make the cut, she’d go straight to Whitney. But that was something she hoped to avoid.
