*Claire*
We speed down the road, siren blaring over our heads. I feel my heart beating in my chest – hard. It is not racing. It's steady. Thankfully, my training prepared me for these kinds of encounters.
I check my right hand and see there is no shake to it. Good. The last thing I want is for my hands to shake right before we arrive at the scene.
Wates seems to be doing the same thing as he drives. I see him out of the corner of my eye making that same switch from personal to work mode. There is a determination in his features, hardening them like a stone bust.
This is not the first time Wates and I have gone on a call before. In fact, it almost felt like an old hat, like we had been working together for years. It is what I wanted in a work partner.
I keep my eyes peeled on the r
