For her career.
The last thing she needed was a bunch of angry Feds telling the world she was home sleeping in when they thought she was and not out on a case.
So, her priority now, while being here, was to show up at least once a day while working this case. Hopefully, she’d either solve this, or stay alive long enough to cold-case this one.
Her fingers were crossed either way.
When she dropped her gear in her office, Vivian handed her a cup of coffee when she walked by, and was ready for her.
“Ma’am, you’ve had calls.”
Elizabeth stopped her.
“Vivian, it’s Elizabeth. Ma’am makes me soundMUCHolder than I am. I may feel ancient, but I still have a little giddy-up in my go.”
She giggled.
“You’re fun,” Vivian said. “I’m glad you’re nothing like we were told by Director Tebbe. He said you were difficult.”
Well, yeah.
He was transferred when she showed up there. Now, she was going to have to replace him with someone else, and it was going to look like she just wanted him gone.
That would be more bullshit to handle.
As for Vivian…
“I’m easy to work with if you just give me coffee and keep me laughing,” she said as they walked toward the elevator to head to the morgue.
She nodded at people who walked by her, and she saw the side-eye glances at her attire.
She was in jeans, a blazer, and her boots. If they thought she was going to try to chase a killer in heels and a suit…
That wasn’t how she rolled.
“What are my messages?” she asked.
Vivian wanted to know how she wanted them.
“Would you like me to weed through and only give you the important ones, or…?”
She stopped her.
“If they aren’t from one of my children, or someone incredibly important, they can wait. Give me what’s waiting for me that’s a priority. The rest, give to Ian. He should be here somewhere.”
She nodded.
“He’s getting your office ready. I think he was re-alphabetizing the files.”
She snorted as she waited for the elevator.
“Don’t mind him. That’s his kink,” she admitted.
She lowered his voice.
“He’s kind of cute.”
Elizabeth shut that off at the pass.