Funny how having a guy with a badge ring the bell still had the power to send adrenaline pumping and spurring on the need to run. It also pissed him off, which Callen planned to make clear to the officer. “What do you want?” “I need to speak with Ms. Pruitt.” The chief slid his foot into the opening and angled his body so all Callen could see was the man’s bulk, and nothing outside. It was a good trick, filling the doorway like that and speaking with authority. It was a shame for the chief the whole act had zero affect on Callen. “Why?” he asked, not opening the door one inch further. “This is official business.” It always was. “You can stay on the porch.” Hell, he could sit out there all damn day for all Callen cared. No way was he welcoming law enforcement into his home. He’d done that in the past, and it never ended well.
