"Are you up to this, Trent?" DCS asks.
"Are you?" I ask rebelliously. He might be my boss but right now I don't care. I don't care about anything except getting my girl back.
He's watching me, turning in his seat to face me.
"It's okay to hand it over."
"I promised her."
There is no way in hell I'm not going in there.
"Son."
That's the second time he's called me son. The first time was just a day or so ago. I don't look at him as I tap my foot on the floor, anxious to get there.
"Son, I know you want to protect her. Sh*t, I want to save her too, but we need to remember the other victim. Saving Georgia cannot be done at her expense and if you can't remember that, if we can't remember that, we have no business working this case."
I nod my head because I know he's right.
It's the job.
It's the same job that has caused me to leave Georgia a broken mess on the ground not once, but twice already, so I could chase the ars*hole responsible.
It's the job. I get it.