looked up from her desk and saw Detective Jessup headed her way. Since she didn’t have time to hide, she picked up the telephone and pretended to be engaged in conversation. “Yes, I’d like the information as soon as possible,” J.C. said to the dial tone. Detective Jessup pulled a chair up to her desk and sat down. He was apparently willing to wait. “Hold on a minute.” J.C. hit the hold button and hung the receiver over her shoulder. “May I help you?” “Go ahead and finish your call. I can wait.” J.C. frowned, then said good-bye to the dial tone. “I’m busy,” she said, as she hung up the phone. Detective Jessup scooted his chair closer to her desk. “Tell me something? Why do you find it so hard to be nice to me?” “I told you, I’m busy.” “I just dropped by to find out what you did to upset the boss.” J.C. hadn’t told a soul about her discussion with Lieutenant Wilson and she doubted he had either. “And who said I upset the boss?” “Just a rumor floating around.
