“Stop,” Khalaji said, leaning back on one hand. Seong-Jae lifted his head. “Stop what?” Khalaji snorted. “I’ve worked with the BPD for nearly fifteen years. Done a lot of inter-agency work. You’re analyzing me. I know that look.” “I was not—” “You were. You didn’t start off LAPD. What was it? CIA? FBI? NSA?”
