"Come on Cierra, you've got to get out of here for a while. This can't be good for you, cooped up here all day." I pulled the covers higher around my shoulders and ignored Star as she moved around the room picking up stuff off the floor.
Sabra had parked her fine rear end on the chair in the corner with a magazine in her hand. For the past few days it's been like this. The Bureau had put me on leave until the whole bug thing was sorted out. Even though Hank believed that I was the one responsible, that it had been that easy for me to deceive him, he had no idea the hell that had caused me with the agency.