Jenny female police partner

He can’t believe she ran off like that. Jenna, who has always been impossibly disciplined — the kind of officer who reads a situation before anyone else even knows it exists. The thought hits him as he finally pushes open the door and sees her on the floor, hands and feet bound.

"Finally,” she says. Then she catches his linger. There’s a brief, unmistakable flash of anger — her tone hardens instantly. “Eyes on the ropes, not me. I won’t tolerate any nonsense.”

Inside, her thoughts are cold and furious 'I hate being tied up. I hate being made to feel like this. If he misreads this for even a second, I’ll shut it down immediately — and this turns into a very different conversation. His look was definately inappropriate - if he tries anything I will not tollerate it, and if he thinks i feel vulnerable like this, he has another thing coming.'

“Move,” she snaps. “Every second we waste is another second that kid’s gone.”