Camile
As I enter the precinct room, I feel my colleagues’ eyes upon me, watching intently for any weakness they can exploit. I"d like to say everyone in this room is on the right side, working for the greater good. But we all know that isn"t true. It"s a competitive field. As a consultant, I"m an outsider to them, and an overpaid one, in their opinion.
It"s fine. I don’t take it personally. I"m here to do a job, not to make friends. Even though I"m a consultant, I still have more field experience than any of them. One glance in Mark"s direction and I press on, undeterred by their scrutiny.
"What did the M.E. say, Camile?" a detective asks as soon as I"m seated. His name is Phil Sheridan. Phil’s always had a bit of a thing for me. "Did he find anything useful?"
I shake my head. "No, no
