She wouldn't have been pleased in any case. "Get out of my chair, Webster." He kept his seat, turned his head, and flashed her a smile. She'd known Don Webster since her early days at the academy. He'd been a full year ahead of her, but they'd bumped into each other from time to time. It had taken her weeks to clue in to the fact that he'd gone out of his way to make certain they'd bumped into each other. She remembered now that she'd been a little flattered, a little annoyed, and then had dismissed him. Her reasons for joining the academy hadn't been for socializing and sex but for training. When they'd both been assigned to Cop Central, they'd bumped into each other some more. And one night during her rookie year, after her first homicide, they'd had a drink and sex. She'd concluded that it had been no more than a distraction for both of them, and they'd remained marginally friendly.
