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“So are you going to keep us in here? If so, I think you need to charge us with a crime.” Tom waited for Taylor to give an answer.
Taylor looked annoyed. Finally, he sighed. “Okay, let these two yahoos out. But I’m keeping an eye on you.”
An officer opened the door to the cell and Tom and Freddie walked out. Freddie turned to their former cellmates. “Be seeing you, guys. Stay out of trouble.” The inmates grunted and made other conciliatory noises.
“In the meantime, Lieutenant, I think I may be of some assistance to Miss Carlson here.”
“How’s that?” Angie said.
“The city has had a large amount of a dangerous formula dumped in the water supply. I may be able to help you come up with a reactionary agent that will render it harmless.”
Angie and Lt. Taylor exchanged glances. “Can he do that?”
“Theoretically it is possible. If he’s got the skills we might be able to work something out.”
“The motto of the police is ‘to server and protect’, isn’t it, Lieutenant?”
“Don’t tell me what my damn job is, Clary.” Taylor looked like a mongoose and a cobra were fighting inside his skull, trying to determine if he should let Clary help. After a few moments it seemed the fight was over and he spoke.
“Okay, the two of you go see what you can cook up. Angie’s in charge, Clary. What she says, goes. Remember that.”
“Most assuredly, Lieutenant. Lead the way, Miss Carlson.”
Taylor and Freddie watched them head down the corridor to the labs. Taylor looked over at Freddie. “What the hell are you still doing here?”
“Just waiting to see what Tom was doing.”
“You’re free to go. Get the hell out of my police station. You can gather your things on the way out.”
“Yes, sir. Be seeing you.” Freddie waved and took off.