Jackson stood on the sidewalk along Campus Boulevard, furious. The eternal calm he’d displayed the night before was gone, and in its place emerged the scowling, angry-eyed look of a man ready to do some damage. Parked directly behind Jackson was the gray sedan, a suit-clad detective at the wheel. So much for that mystery, Tony thought.
“Morning, Avis,” K.J. greeted cheerfully. She seemed entirely unfazed. Tony imagined pissing off the police was a daily occurrence for her.
“Goddamnit, K.J.,” Jackson thundered. “You couldn’t wait for the public information officer to put together a release for you?”
“The PIO is slooooow,” K.J. retorted. “Besides, you know me better than that.”
“I’m surprised to see you caught up in this, Mr. Lang,” he said, redirecting his attention toward Tony. “I thought I had warned you about her.”
“You did,” Tony said. “But you’re right – she’s relentless.”