Reel Sharpe

The next morning, I arrived at the station at 9:15. I had planned to get there a little earlier, but my body hadn’t agreed with my mind, and I snoozed six times before getting out of bed.

  Mac and Manny had picked up some donuts and coffee for everyone, so I grabbed a jelly and took a bite. Foxy was at his desk and so was Reid, who looked up when I walked in.

  “Did you talk to the captain?” I asked Reid, my mouth full of jelly donut.

  “Not yet – we’re meeting in fifteen minutes.”

  “Sharpe – what the hell?” Mac said, pulling me aside forcefully. “Thanks a lot for including me on your little adventure last night.” He still had hold of my arm and I wrenched it away.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I knew if we went behind Reid’s back again he’d kick us off the case.”

  “Then you should have asked me to come along. I’m sure your amateur-hour footage isn’t going to cut it with the network.”

  “I’m a steady shot – you showed me how,” I countered.

  “Whatever – thanks for nothing,” Mac said and stormed off. He was mad, but I didn’t care. My ass was on the line here, not his, if we didn’t deliver.