Clayton
I woke up to my phone ringing like crazy. I had Frankie in my arms, so it took some maneuvering to unwind myself from her. She stirs but doesn’t wake up as I pick the phone off the end table. “Agent Marshall,” I answer it.
“Marshall,” My boss responds. “I know you are still supposed to be off, but we really need you, especially with Agent Gibson out.”
I rise to a sitting position, “What’s up?”
“What’s up? We have cases up the ass and no one to take them. I need you to partner with Agent Combs and investigate a case we just got,” Harding explains.
I sigh heavily, “Not Combs,” I almost whine. “Isn’t there anyone else?”
“You have worked with Combs before,” Harding responds. “Now get your ass into work.”
“Yes, sir,” I huff and hang up the phone. I glance at Frankie, whose eyes
