My nemesis was waiting for me by the elevator.
The stairs were off to the right, but taking them down would feel like some kind of defeat. I was going to lose either way.
Feeling my shoulders slump, I accepted the inevitable and went for the elevator.
Gwen Lucas seemed bemused by my choice, her ruby lips turning up into a smug little smirk. Her tight lines and voluptuous curves were carefully wrapped in darkly flattering fabrics. Her blonde ringlets swished gently across her alabaster shoulders like she was trying to sell me shampoo. Her bright emerald eyes could peer deep into your soul and promise you all the things you never dared ask.
Why she was a Lawman and not a model was anyone’s guess. She had the brains for the job though, and the backstabbing cunning to be made the youngest Homicide Captain ever.
“I told you.” She spoke to the man at her side. There was a purr in her tone, a predatory thing. “It had to be Mister Reynolds. Only he can so thoroughly ruin the Lawlord’s day.”
“Eavesdropping on private conversations, Gwen?” I fixed my gaze on the elevator and pressed the call button. It started whirring its way up from the bottom floor. Had she sent it down before I came out? No, surely not. She wouldn’t… Would she?
“It’s hard to stand anywhere in this building and not be assaulted by tales of your incompetence.” She flicked an errant strand of hair back into formation. “Whether you’re pushing old men into the river or idling your time away in that grungy bar.” The smirk vanished and was replaced by a sneer. “It isn’t looking good, Mister Reynolds. On a day like today you might finally get that dishonorable discharge we’ve all been looking forward to.”
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