Chapter 47: Chapter 47

EXT. - WICKLOW ST. and MERCER AVE. - EVENING

Gerri closed her car door, tossing her red hair back from her shoulders as the last of the daylight and heat settled around her. What the hell was she thinking moving to California? She was an East Coast girl, all seasons and chilly nights you didn't need AC to sleep and shit.

Jackson exited the passenger side without a peep, for once. In fact, he hadn't said a word on the drive down to the Southwest side. His usual litany of whining complaints missing made her hackles rise. The asshole had to be up to something. No way was she buying the falling in line bullcrap, the real partner play. He'd shown her his true colors within moments of her meeting him in the bullpen back at the 9th, the way his blue eyes looked her up and down, his whole arrogant attitude she was prepared to shove firmly up his ass until he screamed for mercy.