Chief Crowley had been Detective Crowley back when I first met him while in high school and had been Captain Crowley when I met him again after gettin... out of the Army. To a certain extent he was what many considered my ‘rabbi’, a superior officer who watched over the careers of those beneath him. My other rabbi was Lieutenant Jenkins, who had been my boss in TRT, the Tactical Response Team, and was now the Patrol Commander. Personally, I never put a lot of faith in being anybody’s favorite. It. I explained that I had owned my beach house for a number of years. I had been able to buy it due to a very lucrative IT contract I had worked on in the Middle East. I enjoyed staying there when I had the chance and often let friends and family use the place. We then went on to chat about the various attractions around the area, the best times to go to the beach, good areas for a walk and local restaurants that were worth a visit. Keeping an eye on the time I turned the steaks while we. The local embassy had sent a fruit basket and a surprise. The surprise was Ming Lee. She was an american from San Francisco of Chinese heritage. Cute as a button, about 5'2, 105 pounds and with those lovely dark Almond shape eyes and long black hair reaching down to her small but nicely shaped boobs. She was quite delicious looking. She had introduced herself and told me she would enjoy serving under me. I was tired, but not that tired, so i decided to give her the opportunity. I placed. She furrowed her brow, "It would not be a good idea. Sheila asked me to read the papers again. She has spies everywhere."I moved away and took a seat across the room. Twice, when I looked in her direction I caught her watching me. She smiled and bowed her head, embarrassed. The second time it happened I smiled back. When I looked again she was not there.I got home early because of our dinner date with the Waites. I knew something was wrong immediately. The tears in her eyes I saw when she came.