"Firefighter," Hailey said, acknowledging. "How long have you been doing that? How's the rapport between firefighters and cops?"
She reached down and unclipped her badge from her belt, flashing it quickly to Max over the table but not overtly enough for anyone else to see. Just as swiftly, she tucked it away. "I'm brand new, not even a day-old cop yet, and new to Easthaven for that matter," she said.
"But I ask because I know in some towns, the two sides can step on each other's toes. I hope that's not the case here. I'm not a fan of navigating egos," she added.
Hailey's phone vibrated on the table, and she looked down to see who was calling her. Her screen lit up with a picture of her and her Army sister, full battle rattle, in 140-degree heat, standing next to an MRAP in the middle of Iraq. She smiled and picked up the phone. "Just a sec," she said to Max, turning to sit in the chair sideways and pressing the phone to her outside ear.
"Hey, what's up?... Say again?... Okay, that's not a problem..." she continued, her voice warm as she spoke to the caller, glancing back at Max with a smile.
"Repeat" over the radio means repeat the attack. If you didn't hear something, it's "say again." Hailey's vocabulary was littered with military jargon, and she held on to it like a memento from her time in service.
"Sounds good, we'll get it squared away. Okay, okay, bye." She hung up the phone and turned back to Max. "Sorry if I don't answer; she just keeps calling. Sisters," she said with an eye roll and a grin.
She reached down and unclipped her badge from her belt, flashing it quickly to Max over the table but not overtly enough for anyone else to see. Just as swiftly, she tucked it away. "I'm brand new, not even a day-old cop yet, and new to Easthaven for that matter," she said.
"But I ask because I know in some towns, the two sides can step on each other's toes. I hope that's not the case here. I'm not a fan of navigating egos," she added.
Hailey's phone vibrated on the table, and she looked down to see who was calling her. Her screen lit up with a picture of her and her Army sister, full battle rattle, in 140-degree heat, standing next to an MRAP in the middle of Iraq. She smiled and picked up the phone. "Just a sec," she said to Max, turning to sit in the chair sideways and pressing the phone to her outside ear.
"Hey, what's up?... Say again?... Okay, that's not a problem..." she continued, her voice warm as she spoke to the caller, glancing back at Max with a smile.
"Repeat" over the radio means repeat the attack. If you didn't hear something, it's "say again." Hailey's vocabulary was littered with military jargon, and she held on to it like a memento from her time in service.
"Sounds good, we'll get it squared away. Okay, okay, bye." She hung up the phone and turned back to Max. "Sorry if I don't answer; she just keeps calling. Sisters," she said with an eye roll and a grin.