The Chief’s trademark bellow echoed down the hallway. Nate turned with a grin. “Been looking for you, Chief.” The tall man strode toward him, his stern expression and the deep furrow between his brows told him that as usual the Chief was hovering between annoyance and fury with him. “The hell you have, Stryker. If you had been, you would have found me since I’ve been chasing you since 5:30 this morning. Don’t you ever answer your fucking phone?” Nate winked at him. “Hell, Chief, that’s what caller I.D. is for.” The Chief made an effort to suppress his smile but gave up. “Damn, Nate, I need to talk to you. Privately.” Nate frowned. “Problem?” Rather than responding, Chief Roberts glanced in the doorway of the conference room then motioned to Nate to follow him into the empty room. “Let’s go in here, Nate.” Nate followed his mentor into the conference room, knowing full well what he wanted to talk to him about. He’d listened to the Chief’s escalating messages and knew that a face to face was the only way to deal with the brusque man.
