Torsten returned to his desk, sorted out a few things, and then took Jimmy to the break room.
Jimmy had not had a drop to drink since early morning, and Torsten seemed to have considered this. The DEA's break room was much more well-stocked than the county police's, probably because the folks here work more overtime, complete with various snacks and coffee machines.
The two grabbed something to eat to hold them over and poured themselves some coffee, chatting as they drank.
"Torsten, there's something I've been meaning to ask you, and it might be a bit abrupt.
Why, when we reported that drug dealer case, did your Dallas branch take over instead of the office in Little Rock?"
"Good question," Torsten said, taking a sip of his coffee.