The Sergeant at the front desk gave a whoop and came around, and the back pounding and hand shaking began. Great, just peachy, Maggie thought. Could this night get any better?“What brings you here, Nick?” Sergeant Mulvaney asked with a smile. “I assume the good counselor is staying out of trouble,” he teased, looking at Maggie.“I guess that depends on who you ask, John,” Nick replied. “This little lady is Maggie Cassidy and she wants to talk to an officer. I’m not too sure what it’s about, but I’m very interested. Who’s on duty tonight?”“That would be Detective Rory O’Malley. Let me ring through to him.”Maggie’s shoulders sagged in defeat. Was everyone conspiring against her? Of every police officer in the city, she had to get the only one she didn’t want to talk to. She loved her brother with all her heart, but he was the one person who would take this much more seriously than it probably was. Rory was every inch a cop, from the top of his coal black hair to the tips of his shoes, and every bit of the six foot four inches in between.
