Georgia's POV:
"Kentley, I want you to lead the interview," Jackson is saying, and I know why he's saying it.
It's because one, I'm a woman so she might find it easier to talk to me and two, because I've been assaulted myself so I'm more likely to be empathetic.
I haven't been raped but it got pretty close when I was taken hostage. What he's forgetting about is the fact I don't talk about that. I've buried it in a hole and forgotten where the hole is. I'm not about to let it resurface.
"But, Sir," I try.
Trent isn't having it though.
"Your supervisor has given you an order."
"Yes, Sir," I say dejectedly.
Jackson frowns at me through the car's middle mirror.
"I know it's going to be hard but I really do believe you will get the best response from her."
"You don't have to explain your decision to a subordinate," DCI Trent cuts in.
He's quickly getting on my wrong side.
"I'm not explaining," Jackson retorts. "I'm making sure she's prepared."
He then turns back to me.