on his desk, actively dismissing me without saying a word. Any argument would be conducted with the top of his head.

I headed back into the squad room and rapped my knuckles against Sigmund’s desk.

“We’ve been requested.”

“By who, and for what?”

  I took my gaze off my cousin long enough to look down the hallway outside the squad room that eventually led to conference room three. I felt odd, warmer. Endorphins flooded through my body the way it did after a rigorous cardio work out, but without the sweaty after affect. 

“Hey.”

I blinked and took a reflexive step back from the fingers snapping less than an inch from my eyes. My gaze focused on Sigmund’s quizzical face.

“What?”

“A...

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