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The door to the captain’s office flew open, and Jarvis stood there, glaring at Dallas.
“Get in here, McNeil,” he grumbled.
Dallas nodded to Anita before walking over to the open door. He stepped through and stood before the desk. The door slammed shut, and Jarvis stalked over to his leather chair.
“Sir, have I done something wrong—”
“Have a seat, McNeil,” he said, cutting him off. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk while he himself sat down.
“I would prefer to stand—”
“Sit.”
The ice in his superior’s voice was enough to make Dallas change his mind about his position on standing. He wasn’t going to argue with the man over a chair. Hell, if he put up too much a fuss, the captain could bust his ass down to traffic duty.
Dallas held back a shudder at the thought.
He took the chair and eyed the man across from him. Jarvis shuffled a few papers on his desk before looking at him. The air in the room was tense, and the silence was deafening.
“Have I done something wrong, sir?” Dallas asked again. He sat rigid, unable to relax.
“I’ve reviewed your file, McNeil, and I’m puzzled.”
“Oh?” That couldn’t be good.
“Yes. I just don’t understand how a man with your background, your experience, would ever just want to be a patrolman.” Jarvis leaned back in his chair and studied Dallas.
Dallas knew he was more than qualified for patrolling and ensuring the safety of the Las Vegas streets. He’d lived half his life as a Marine, and all of those years had been spent going to parts of the world that most people couldn’t even begin to dream of. He’d seen things that no civilian should see and done some things that no one should even have to think up.
“I actually enjoy my job, sir,” he responded.
“We have so many divisions where you would be of better use. We have Gangs, Vice, Homeland Security—”
“I’m aware of the different divisions, sir.” Dallas respectfully cut his superior off. He knew of the other departments, but patrolling was something that he was good at.
Yeah, handing out tickets sucked, but it was part of a long day’s work. He enjoyed protecting the community. He’d gotten to know a lot of the people who depended on the police department.
This job, he wasn’t responsible for the lives of other men who were counting on his decision to be a sound one.
One that won’t get them all killed.
No, patrolling wasn’t as glamorous as the other bureaus, but it was safe.
The captain’s disappointed sigh wasn’t lost on Dallas.
“Listen, McNeil. You are a good man. A fine officer. You’ve served your country, and we are all thankful to you. I really do think you are wasting away on patrol.” Jarvis folded his arms across his chest.
The determined look on his face had Dallas biting back a groan.
“Thank you, sir—”
“Think about it, McNeil. That’s an order.”
Chapter Five
The sun was high, and the weatherman on the radio was calling for mid-nineties temperatures. After being grilled by his superior, Dallas had finally jumped in the shower and changed his clothes before leaving the station.
All he wanted to do was go straight home and crash. He was off today and was going to take advantage of being able to do absolutely nothing.
