P’s And Q’s — a thriller in progress

Chapter Two

“They made you transfer,” Isiah Brown said.

It wasn’t a question, no way it could be the way he said it. Like an accusation.

Like she had done something wrong.

Which Jeri supposed she had.

A miasma hanging over her like a cloud, like some dark warning on the horizon letting everyone know she was on her way.

She had survived, and her partner died and that reputation would follow her until the end of her own life.

Or her career.

Whichever came first.

“It was an option,” she felt out her new boss.

She had read up on him.

Isiah Brown stared at her with ice blue eyes and a glare that belonged in a record book.

Jeri imagined that many a collar had folded under the weight of that glare.

She felt like confessing all to it just to get him to look away.

He was taller than her, thin, and an ex-Navy Seal.

Not a cover model SEAL, with ripped abs and pectoral slabs and a smoldering gaze over chiseled cheekbones.

Not with that glare.