Casey was avoiding her.
Sylvie Brett frowned in the direction of his quarters, watching as the man who had been occupying her thoughts way too much as of late paced back and forth, talking to someone on his cell phone. His door was closed, as it had been far too often lately.
Foster had shrugged it off when Brett had first mentioned it, saying that it was just part of the new 51 since the loss of Otis earlier that year. Casey had taken the firefighter’s death hard, the first member of his team that he had lost since Andy Darden. Read the chapter