“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Now you’ve got to do something.”
“No,” he said. “They’re not going to make me chief.”
“Thanks,” I said again. “See you around.”
I OPENED MY EYES AND SWITCHED OFF THE MUSIC IN MY head. Standing in front of me on the other side of the bars was the fingerprint officer. She was on her way back from the coffee hotplate.
“OK,” I said. “Let’s go meet your chief.”
It was true. I wasn’t feeling much of anything. Maybe it was some kind of a weird reaction, but that was how I felt. No point in denying it.