“Hey,” Elliott said, “What’d you find out?” Elliott did not seem at all embarrassed. My, my. Hastings thought of the dumbass who had lectured Bobby Cain on keeping your cool. He silently counted to five so he wouldn’t pitch Justin Elliott out the window. He was aware of Cain watching him. Hastings said, “Get the fuck out of my chair.” “Hey, man,” Elliott said, “take it easy. We’re all on the same side.” Hastings said nothing. After a moment, Elliott got out and moved around the desk to the front. Hastings remained standing. Elliott said, “You need to mellow out.” Hastings said nothing. He moved behind his desk and took his seat back. Then he said, “What do you want?” “You didn’t call me,” Elliott said. “I wanted to know what you found out.” Hastings said, “Listen, I’m glad you want to help. But let’s get something straight right now: I report to Captain Brady, not you. You got a problem with that, you file a complaint.” “Goddamn, what is wrong with you?”
