"Lane, I know you're ready to do undercover work, but with
this case I need two cops who can pose as a married
couple. Unfortunately, we've got three women on the team.
One is built like a linebacker and the other two are
pregnant.""
"Sir, for this case, why don't we go outside the
department? I know a Private Investigator who can handle
herself on a job like this.""
Newly appointed Sheriff Tim Brennan's brows drew together
in a suspicious expression. "What's the PI's name?"
"Frankie Douglas. I worked with her last year on the
Charles Beatty serial killer case. She's a former
sharpshooter for the Army."
"Is this the same Frankie Douglas you shot?"
Lane's face flushed with the guilt he still felt about the
shooting. "Yes sir. It was an accident. We were heading
down the stairs of Beatty's cellar to apprehend him when
one of the steps gave way and when I fell my gun went off
and hit Frankie."
"Has Frankie Douglas done police work before?"
"I heard she's a former detective."
"I think I've heard about her. Isn't she a pretty tall
blonde woman?"
"Oh, she's smokin' hot. Think Victoria Secret hot."
"Is that right? Do you have a personal thing going with
Ms. Douglas?"
"No sir. Strictly professional." Of course, if he'd had a
chance, he'd have made in personal in 2.5 seconds.
Brennan glared at Lane then picked up his phone and dialed
a number. "Hello, Frankie, this is Uncle Tim. I may have
a job for you. Would you please drop by my office?"