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Saikhan strode up to Lin’s command post, staring straight at her. When she saw that he was boring a hole in her skull she barked, “Clear the area. Go find something to do.” Ten officers scrambled over each other to get away from the pair.
Saikhan snapped to a stop. “Chief, you are never going to forgive me for this, but I have to show you this myself. Follow me.”
Lin didn’t say a word, but followed her second-in-command.
They entered the warehouse. Officers were everywhere, cataloging the contraband, taking pictures, boxing records. Not one of them was slacking or even looking her way.
They continued to the far back, where a metal staircase led to a glassed-in office area. Even then, they weren’t “there,” wherever they were going. Saikhan didn’t waver, stumble, or change course. He didn’t talk, joke, or make eye contact with any of the officers processing the scene upstairs.
He opened a pair of double doors into what looked like an operating theater. There were two officers standing behind a seated figure.
“Out.”
The officers pivoted away, and nearly ran out of the room.
Kya turned around, her expression nearly blank.
“Why aren’t you at the hospital?”
“I am, kind of. This is a hospital for the triads. I treat anyone here.”
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t correct your assumptions.”
“Kya Beifong, you are under arrest…”