One way or another (a Byte short)

One way or Another by Cat Connor

Enjoy...

An excerpt from Soundbyte:

Soundbyte excerpt:

“That’s true, but that’s all we have. And Campbell is somewhere.”

Sam followed my gaze. “Wonder how deep that river gets…” His voice was carried off by a sudden breeze.

“Think we should find out…” I replied. “Might have to call in divers.”

Lee shuffled from foot to foot. “Divers?”

“Uh huh, problem?”

“No. Not at all,” he replied, his skin flushed a little pinker than usual and his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

“Is there a diver in particular we should call?” I asked, feigning innocence. Really, did he think we didn’t know about Tara? Tight team, spies everywhere. She was the world’s worst kept secret. Tara was a member of the FBI Underwater Search and Evidence Response Team, stationed in Washington.

He rocked from foot to foot, plunging his hands into his jacket pockets. “Nah. Yeah. Maybe.”

“Man I hope USERT aren’t busy when our call comes in,” I said walking to the car. I looked back over my shoulder. “She is in USERT working out of DC isn’t she?”

Sam slapped Lee on the back and laughed. “We all know.”

Lee grinned, his eyes danced. “I shoulda known better.”

“Yeah, you shoulda,” Kurt replied.

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And that folks is the first mention of Tara. :)

Today is a better day.

It had to be. So it is.

Doc is shadowing me, I know why, but it doesn't make it any less intrusive.

Carla is being very 14. Very 14. Which is a good thing, because she is 14.
She's just started asking to go to a Grange concert. Apparently she's the only kid in her school who has never been to a concert and it's just not fair. She assures me it's even less fair because Rowan hangs out with us all the time. I feel pretty mean saying no all the time. But Jesus... after that concert in Christchurch and the whole explosion thing. I'm not keen on ever going to another concert. Which of course means I don't want her to either. But that's hardly fair. If you've read EXACERBYTE then you'll know why I'm not keen on concerts. I do have a pretty good reason here.

Guess talking to Rowan about this would be a smart idea. (Never said I was smart)

Meanwhile someone dumped a bunch of cases on my desk and half of them don't even meet the Delta criteria, WTF? At least they shouldn't take to long to clear!

Well, Doc is watching me, again with way too much interest. Tempted to start ranting at those silvery butterflies I can see floating up the wall in front of me... just so he can feel justified in his latest imaginings. Of course there is a chance that I'm the only one who can see those butterflies... which would possibly mean he is right to be concerned.

whatever.

Hello my name is...

Fuck it,  you know who I am and I know who you are.

I'm tired and cranky and just a little jaded. (Well you try doing this job and see how quickly jaded becomes normal.)

But apart from all that - I sense things are changing and I'm not sure where we are going from here.

I'd like to hit the range and waste some ammunition.