Dallas didn’t appreciate the epithet, but he elected to say nothing, as it wasn’t like S/Sgt. Colvin was there to adjudicate the disagreement, instead he carried on into the hotel and up to the reception desk.
“Hello officer, and how may I help you?” the female receptionist asked amorously.
“I was wondering if I could book a single room for three nights,” Dallas replied.
“Certainly,” she said. “What size of bed would you like?”
“I don’t really care, so long as there’s a bed,” Dallas replied. “You pick.”
The receptionist nodded and guided Dallas through the rest of the check-in procedure before giving Dallas the envelope containing the plastic card which was the key to the room.
Dallas headed for his room and placed his stuff inside, as well as otherwise assessing the accommodations before he headed out and over to the RCMP detachment.
“Am I seeing things?” a familiar voice asked.
Turning, Dallas startled to see Blake in his full uniform staring at him.
“You’re kidding!” Dallas exclaimed.
“Are you sure you’re not the one who’s kidding?” Blake asked, stepping forward and embracing Dallas in greeting. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, our detective and I are here to talk to a guy who might have some information in an investigation of ours, and we were told to check in here,” Dallas replied.
“You’re on investigations?” Blake asked.
“Not formally, but, um, yeah,” Dallas replied, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.
“Oh?” Blake asked.
“Basically I stuck my nose where it didn’t belong,” Dallas replied. “I interviewed a family member I shouldn’t have and looked at evidence he had, had Oma translate it, and was talking to German and Canadian officials, and then I realised that I was overstepping my authority, and, well, yeah.”
“But if you’re in the wrong, then why are you here?” Blake asked.
“Because I have the second most knowledge on the investigation,” Dallas replied.
“Oh,” Blake said.
“I mean, I have been punished already as much as the rules demand, which is as much as our commanding officer intends to punish me, but, um, yeah, the detective isn’t happy I was tagged to go along,” Dallas said. “I thought I was out of a job.”
“Wow,” Blake said.
“But I think our commanding officer wants to put me in the investigation unit,” Dallas said.
“To keep you out of trouble?” Blake asked.
“Partially, maybe,” Dallas replied. “But I also think he was pleasantly impressed by what I achieved.”
“That’s kind of funny,” Blake said. “But he’s probably talking with our detective, so I guess I should escort you accordingly.”
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