Chapter Twenty-Eight
Erik yawned as he headed down the hallway leading to his apartment. He’d drunk a little more than he had intended, but it was good to let his guard down and relax with the other cops from the 1-2-2 and Jia.
Everyone was right.
An operation that large and complicated had risked deaths. Several officers and agents had been injured, but only three seriously. The same couldn’t be said for the suspects.
“We really did it,” he murmured. “And all the training with Jia paid off.”
She’d come a long way since they’d first met. The woman might never meet any reasonable definition of easygoing, but at least she understood that the rules existed to help find justice, and not that justice was defined by the rules. She didn’t need to be told when her stun pistol wouldn’t work an
