J.D. Robb Quote
You know what, Peabody? Justice means a little more to me than a pretty gold star on my record or some fucking captain’s bars. And if you want to go run after lover boy and stroke his ego, no one’s stopping you.’Peabody’s jaw twitched, but her voice was even. ‘I’m not going anywhere, Lieutenant.’‘Fine, just stand here and look martyred because I—’ In midtirade, Eve stopped, sucked in her breath. ‘I’m sorry. You’re a goddamn handy target at the moment, Peabody.’‘Is that part of my job description? Sir.’‘You always have a fine comeback. I could learn to hate you for that.
J.D. Robb
You know what, Peabody? Justice means a little more to me than a pretty gold star on my record or some fucking captain’s bars. And if you want to go run after lover boy and stroke his ego, no one’s stopping you.’Peabody’s jaw twitched, but her voice was even. ‘I’m not going anywhere, Lieutenant.’‘Fine, just stand here and look martyred because I—’ In midtirade, Eve stopped, sucked in her breath. ‘I’m sorry. You’re a goddamn handy target at the moment, Peabody.’‘Is that part of my job description? Sir.’‘You always have a fine comeback. I could learn to hate you for that.
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