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Powell deferred to Tramell with a hand motion.
“Agent Evers is on loan to the inspector general’s office,” he explained. “She’ll be reviewing some files and interviewing a few of you as well.”
“Why?” Remy demanded.
Constance motioned to Remy. “What is your name?”
“Uh, Remy, Remy Laurent.”
“Mr. Laurent.” She opened a binder, checked it, and closed it. “Yes, I’ll start with you.”
Remy’s mouth gaped open as he slumped back into his chair.
People shifted uncomfortably and murmured to their neighbors. The inspector general’s office concerned itself with internal investigations, not external ones like CID. That meant the office, or someone in the office, was under suspicion.
“I’m on loan to the IG,” Constance repeated. “That is all I have to share at the moment.”
But Powell wasn’t satisfied. “For how long? How long will this interruption continue?”
Playing the part well, Constance answered in true bureaucratic fashion. “That is indeterminate at this time. As soon as I’m settled, I’ll start the interviews with you, Mr. Powell.” She pointed at Remy. “Mr. Laurent, you are now second.”
White as a sheet, Powell stared at the table.
I bit back a smile, as did a few others in the room. Constance had settled the power dynamic with Powell beautifully.
Tramell stepped forward. “I expect everyone to give their complete cooperation to Agent Evers.” The meeting ended as he turned and left.
Back at my desk, Katelyn and Nick crowded into my cubicle.
“What do you think they’re investigating?” Katelyn asked anxiously.
“No idea,” Nick said. “I hope it’s Powell’s management style.”
“Don’t we all,” I agreed.
Katelyn took the conversation down to a whisper. “Did you see how she put Powell in his place?”
I grinned. “Priceless.”
“I don’t want to get on her bad side,” Nick noted.
Katelyn nodded. “No way. She’s armed.”
Nick poked his head up to check. “Yeah, that’s hot. Maybe I’ll ask her out.”
“Pervert,” Katelyn said, punching his shoulder.
Personally, I agreed with Nick. Duke was armed, and I thought he was hot.
Remy arrived. “The fro-yo truck is due any minute.” The group dispersed as that news trumped the gossip.
I stayed, itching to get a call back from Duke.
An hour later, still no word from Duke, but Katelyn had returned.
She nodded toward the small conference room, which had a view of the entrance to my cubicle. “Why did she have to set herself up so close to us?”
I lifted from my chair and with a quick glance saw that Constance had chosen a seat that gave her a direct line of sight down the aisle of our cubicles. I shrugged. “It makes more sense than the large conference room.”
