He started to put more of the big brown bags that they now knew held cocaine into the boxes. "Reed, answer me." "Go in the other room, please." She dug her heels in, despite his order, and shook her head. "No way. Tell me exactly what's going on, right now." "Leslie, this isn't your investigation, it's mine." He gave her another look, this one a little softer. "And although I know this hurts you to know people have used you in this way, Chester and I have decided the less you know about this the better. Please, go in the other room." The shop was still open, and for a Tuesday, there were quite a few people milling about, buying slices of pie and hot drinks. It had been cool today, and Leslie knew that always attracted people to the store. Still, Tambi had everything under control, and there was no way Leslie was leaving right now. Reed was just going to have to deal with it. "Listen, buster, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. This is my store, and I want to know what's happening.
