Lieutenant Hannah Henson stood up from behind her messy desk in her small cluttered office, her long lean and plain work pallid face as blank as a piece of unlettered notebook paper. " You are off this case , Lane. Completely off. "
Faith opened her mouth to respond but her lieutenant cut her off with," That partner of yours will be primary as he watches the clock click down the time for his retirement to Arizona. You work other cases. If I hear or see you interfering with this Skip Sands case I'll make sure your ass is right back in uniform. Do you understand that? "
Faith swallowed back what she wanted to say and just replied," Understood, Lieutenant. Perfectly. "
Hannah sat back down but not before glancing at her newest detective's ring finger. She lifted up one of her bushy brownish blonde eyebrows. " Did you get married? I thought you had a loss recently? A partner died in an accident I heard. " She opened a case file. " My condolences. "
Faith shook her head. She better not be married. Not to that woman. Never to that woman. " Thank you, ma'am. No. I'm not married. I'm not the marrying type. "
Hannah grunted. " Aren't we all? Get to work, Lane. "
Before Faith left the office her own partner Nate Jacks stepped into the office and said," Loo , I talked to the head shrinker that Lane claims he was seeing while vic was getting bashed and shot. She said he was there the whole time. About a hour. She wouldn't say what they discussed. Doctor Patient whatever privacy or some nonsense. He's got wounds on his hands so he might have done it. "
Faith snapped tersely," Come off it , Jacks ! He has an alibi. No matter what is on his hands he has an alibi. Unless you think his doctor is in on it too ? "
Hannah thinned her lips at her. " Lane, remember what I told you. "
Faith threw up her hands in a sign of impatience. " I know, I know. I'm just saying. Sands is not perfect. And he lies. Just ask Detective Browne in sex crime about him. "
Hannah grew oddly still as Faith mentioned Nita Browne.
" He lied about," Faith continued on arrogantly," his own alibi. Said he was with his bougie girlfriend Kris Keller when he was really attacking my brother in law. My disabled brother in law. But the next door neighbor Gertrude Klein just came forward to say he is a liar. She saw him there that day. We really can't trust anything the man says. Or Kris Keller for that matter. All I'm saying is that there might be more enemies of this guy than just my family. "
Hannah sat back in her chair. " Understood. But. You are not involved in this case. At all. Get out my office. This paperwork won't do itself. "
Faith sighed and left the office.
Jacks remained and collapsed into a chair opposite his lieutenant's desk, saying," She's a ball buster. Reminds me of a young Black you actually. Watch yourself, Loo. She coming for your seat. "
Hannah snorted as she stood up and strode over to close her office door. Then shut the blinds on the one window that overlooked the busy squad room. " Shut up , Jacks. If this Lane man has an alibi that's solid back off him a bit. Go question the vic again now he is more stable. Talk to the girlfriend more. Look into his past more. Find out who he is. And get a warrant to search Lane's house for a gun to match the bullet taken out of Sands. Judge Phillips will give you one easy. He never needs much evidence. If we don't find the gun I would be willing to back off DuBuis Lane altogether. "
On the other side of the door Faith Lane had her ear pressed to it.
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Odds Of Love: Secrets
General FictionSeason Four of the continuing and ongoing DC Metro area based soap opera saga about the lives , loves and trials of wheelchair bound math professor genius Spencer Norland -Lane, his ER doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends.