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Angie and Tom took their findings to Lt. Taylor.
“You found a way to stop this stuff from killing everyone?” Taylor asked.
“Yes, it was mostly due to Miss Carlson’s efforts. She deserves all the credit.”
Angie was surprised by this. “But you were the one that came up with the remedy.”
“You’re being too modest, Miss Carlson. Lieutenant, you have a remarkable young woman working for you. I hope that you appreciate all she does for your department.”
“Yeah, Angie’s the tops. So what do we do to get this under control?”
“We’ve come up with a formula that will counteract the previous one rendering it inert and incapable of harming anyone. Miss Carlson has all the details.”
“Great, Angie I want a full plan of action on my desk in five minutes.” Taylor walked off.
Angie turned to Tom. “What was that all about? I mean, thanks and all but you were the one that came up with the solution.”
“Miss Carlson, may I call you Angie?”
“Thank you. Angie, the Lieutenant doesn’t like me at the best of times and if I deliver the remedy to him he will be resentful and possibly not act in the best interest of the city. You were invaluable in helping to come up with the solution and deserve as much of the credit as I do. Also, I’m not in this for the accolades. I’m happy to keep a low profile and let others have the limelight as long as the right thing gets done.”
“Well, I’m going to make sure you get the proper credit for it in my report.”
“If you feel you must, then by all means go ahead. Now, you’d best get going. I suspect the Lieutenant gets cranky when he has to wait for something.”
“He gets cranky all the time, even when things go his way. That’s just the way he is. Thank you for all your help, Tom. I won’t forget it.”
“You are most welcome. And please remember that the Door is always open if you ever decide you want to leave all this glamour behind and come work with us.”
“What? And leave the Lieutenant? He’d be lost with out me.” Angie smiled then turned to leave.
“No doubt.” Tom turned and left the station.
Back at the Good Guys, Inc. offices, Freddie was dealing with their newest client.
Freddie went across the reception area and extended his hand to the man standing by the door. “Please come in. What’s your name? Tell me what happened to your fiancé.”
“I’m Alan Foster. My fiancé is Jane Middleman. I came home the other day and found a note.”