“Why not?” While that glare of hers worked on most people, her godfather had become resistant to her intimidation tactic. That happened, she suspected, sometime during her teenage years when she and Digger were always trying to pull a fast one. “Like I told you yesterday, you won’t be investigating your own case.” Gabe fiddled with the pen in his hand, rolling it up and down his fingers and stopping every so often to click the retractor repeatedly.Just as he knew her, she knew him. While he thought this was a distractive ploy, mostly it expressed his anxiety over a given situation.“This is so not fair.” She threw one leg over the other, and while she was at it she gave his desk a swift kick. Gabe pointed the ink pen at Rio. “If it is Atkins, which I firmly believe it is...if you’re on the case, he’ll know we’re on to him.”Rio cemented her anger in her gaze and projected her most intimidating stare at her boss. She’d played this game with the best of them. She’d done it with Turner Atkins and won—impressively.
