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by Cindy Davis
Sam held the limo door. Smith ducked inside. As Westen passed Sam to climb in also, he said, "Enjoy your new partnership, ladies."
As if she'd morphed into Old Faithful Geyser, Smith burst back onto the sidewalk nearly plowing over Westen. "What did he say? Did he say what I thought he said?" Her words were aimed at Westen but her focus was on KJ's boss. "What did you say?"
"Kendra Jean didn't tell you?" He speared her with a scowl. "That's why she's going along. You three will be partners."
"No!" Smith and Westen said at the same time. "No way," Westen added for emphasis the same time as Smith's, "No f-ing way. I can't work with her, she'só"
"That's the deal," KJ said. "Take it or leave it."
Smith snatched the car keys from Sam's fingers. Elbow-to-elbow, she and Westen marched down the sidewalk. As they passed the policeman, he raised both palms, confused.
"We didn't like the color of the interior," Westen told him.
"Wait!" KJ clip-clopped up to them. She took hold of two sleeves and spun Smith and Westen around.
Smith jerked herself free. "Stop touching me! KJ, We can't work with you. All you think about is yourself and you know it. You'll make us do all the legwork. And then take the credit."
KJ planted her heels and heaved all the air from her lungs. "I know what kind of person I am, and I'm working on that. Really. But you cannot turn down this job. Remember, this is personal for Sam. His good friend is in trouble.
"And this matters to us how?"