CHAPTER 37: THE LOCKED WING
DANIEL'S POV
I was minding my business.
That was the thing I needed to establish first, for my own sanity if nothing else. I was minding my complete and total business, walking down the east corridor with a stack of patrol reassignment files under my arm, thinking about absolutely nothing except getting those files to the dispatch board before the afternoon rotation.
Sophie came around the corner at speed and walked directly into my chest.
The files went everywhere.
We both went down to collect them at the same time and cracked foreheads, and she said "ow" and I said something less polite, and then we were both crouched on the corridor floor with papers spread between us and our faces about four inches apart and her eyes were watering slightly from the impact and I completely forgot what files were for.
"Sorry," she said, rubbing her forehead. "I wasn't looking."
"It's fine," I said. My voice came out normal. I was proud of that.
