Anderson narrowed his eyes and mouthed the words, 'Fucking bitch,' as he shoved past her.
"Oh my God, what the hell was that?" Amber looked at Brody and plopped her ass down quickly on the first available chair. "I've never had someone approach me like that."
"Get to your computer and write up the statement."
Brody's anger-laced growl snapped her head up.
"You're mad at me? You can't think I started that!"
He jerked back and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not mad at you. I'm pissed someone on my team could be creating a hostile work environment. As if dealing with criminals isn't hard enough."
"Oh." She took a breath and closed her eyes. Thank goodness he believed her. "How did he know about us?"
"He knew I asked you to marry me, and you said no. I let it slip the first time I saw you. That's all he knows. Everything else is an assumption. Go write your statement. Terrell is an excellent leader; he'll make this right." Brody dropped the file he was reading and produced his phone. "Rayburn and Watson will be here in a couple of minutes. Go do your statement and send it to Terrell."
She nodded and drew a deep breath. "I won't be long." She got up and headed to the bullpen. She didn't need this shit. With each step she took, the more she regretted saying anything. She was the new team member, and she wanted to make a good impression, but what Anderson had tried to do... that was reprehensible. She squared her shoulders and steeled her resolve. No. Hell no. Had he acted like that at a bar; she'd have been prepared. She would have racked him if he’d persisted.
The threat wasn't idle, but assaulting a teammate, even one using his position as one of her superiors to coerce her for sex? Something like this could get her ass shipped back to the DEA with a black mark scratched across her folder. She'd be lucky to pull anything but shit assignments for the rest of her career. She called up a new document on her computer and let her fingers fly, putting the facts and only the facts in the sequence of events. She attached it to an email and fired it off to her new captain. She locked her computer and headed back to the conference room.
Watson looked up and smiled. "Hey, morning. We brought breakfast." He nodded to a brown paper bag with grease stains.
"Fabulous.” She headed straight to the bag and drew a deep breath. "Oh man, are these breakfast biscuits?"
"Grease included, free of charge." Rayburn reached past her and dove into the bag. He grabbed two from the bag and tossed one to Watson. "Sarge?"
"God, yes." Brody leaned back and caught the paper-wrapped sandwich. She chuckled and removed the last one from the bag.
"Okay, what did you guys get?"
Rayburn chewed quickly, lifting a finger until he swallowed. "We corroborated what our shooter was telling us. Bonzo said Peña's crew is starting to bring the shit in, but there isn't much out there yet. The product is already broken down and packaged, and word has spread on the street for the dealers not to touch the opened product. Bonzo was sweating it, man. He knows he has to push it, but he ain't liking it."
"Where is he getting it from?" Brody took a bite of his sandwich. "Won't give up his supplier." Watson answered for Rayburn. "He's willing to give us general intel, but he ain't filling in the upper supply chain for us."
Amber swallowed a bite of the greasy, cheesy, eggy heaven. "Can you pressure him?"
"If we do, we lose a good source of street level info. He deals, but he isn't a snitch when it comes to the supply channels. We've decided the information we get from him is more important. We went another route." After he finished speaking, Watson took the last gigantic bite of his sandwich.
Rayburn continued, "We hauled in Little K."
Brody leaned forward. "Did you link him to the drive-by you've been working?"
"The guys in the bullpen corroborated with street cameras."
Brody wadded up his paper wrapper and shot it into the trash can. "The ADA willing to work with him?"
"Yeah." Watson grunted.
She liked these guys. They got it. Sometimes bad people got deals in order to take down worse criminals. It sucked, but it worked.
Watson leaned in and looked at her. "Little K gave the guys in the pen a fuckton of information, and not