Confrontation

Byron walked briskly. Carry his laptop bag on a shoulder. The heels of his Italian moccasins clicked on the tiled floor of the LSPD building. He ignored the women at the counter and went straight for the detective’s office.

“I knew you would need me.” Byron barged into the man’s office. A smirk on his face, he took the seat in front of the detective’s desk, placed his laptop bag on the desk, and loosened his tie. “What happened this time?”

Burly Agent Bobby Andrews hated this kid’s guts – and attitude. He had decided to ignore the kid’s rude remarks when he came but now he was having second thoughts. His fists badly wanted to kiss the nose of the rude idiot one more time.

He slid the file across the desk. Byron took one glance at the detective before he opened the file. Bob studied his reaction for a moment before he spoke. “Well?”