The sound bounced off nearby file cabinets with an annoyingly tinny resonance. He looked tired and his clothes were wrinkled like he might’ve slept in them, again. She knew about his divorce but chose not to cross the line into his personal business unless he invited her. “Don’t you want to know why I called you in?” he asked. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.” Sweating, she tried not to blush. She hated having the sergeant call her into his office, especially when it involved personal matters. She was guilty, with no defense. “Why did I tell you I couldn’t assign JJ to review the Saldana case? Do you even remember that conversation?” Greer nodded without looking at him. He had done so much for her, and she repaid him by acting like a horny schoolgirl. “I want to hear you say it.” Fluharty’s expression soured. He propped his arms on the desktop and his pudgy fingers fanned out from his hands like he was trying to resist the urge to strangle her. “He’d try to get in Eva’s pants.”
