On the road to the airport.
Dean received a call from FBI Agent Ruth.
This woman, as if she'd taken the wrong medicine, had abruptly dropped her previous caution and said curtly, "Detective Dean, we've received information that you went to Mike Smith's home! This case has already been taken over by us. You are ruining your own future!"
Dean's brow furrowed slightly. Ruth's about-face was quite odd.
After some thought, he ventured, "Agent Ruth, you're forgetting something. I am also a special consultant for the FBI. Getting involved in this case isn't against the rules. Besides, isn't it more comfortable for you to just lie back and take the credit? Why the need to..."
"Shut up!" Ruth said coldly. "Dean, this is a direct order from the division chief. Since you are also a special consultant for the FBI, you should adhere all the more to the rules of the game. Or do you think that just because you've latched onto Saul Aston's coattails, you can act recklessly?"
