“First of all, Detective Johnson,” he told Lucy angrily from behind his desk, “you should have gotten my permission to follow up on that tip instead of rushing over there.”
“But, Captain,” Lucy tried to interject, but the scowl on the gruff old man’s face made her bite her tongue.
“Second,” he continued, ” you should have known better than to go traipsing around a crime scene until it’d be cleared by forensics.”
Beside Lucy, Mike Evans cast her an “I told you so” look. She cast her partner a look that clearly said “don’t you dare” in return.
“And did you find anything during your little impromptu search?” added the captain snidely to his tirade. “No, you didn’t.” He sighed and shook his head slightly. “What am I going to do with you, Detective? This isn’t the first time you’ve flaunted regulations like this. I probably should discipline you somehow, but-”
The captain trailed off as his office door banged open and a lab tech came hurrying in with a manila folder in hand. “Sir,” he said excitedly. “You have to see what we found at the scene!”
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