A-hole, present and accounted for. Who: James and Quinn What: Quinn notices James' fuckery and questions him. James is intrigued. When: Midafternoon, Monday Where: Quinn's office, courthouse Rating: TBD Open? to northern_lights only
James had gotten a voicemail from Quinn Whelan that brought a smirk to his lips. She'd called to ask him to come into the DA's office about 'inconsistencies in some of the files he'd been working on concerning the Marino family' and questions she had. James would go. He'd bullshit her like he had everyone else about his work within in the FBI.
He called off his self-imposed surveillance on Lucas Marino to head in, finding her office without much trouble. James straitened out his suit, clearing his throat and plastering his face with his most dashing, shit-eating grin. Women were easy. Women in law enforcement were easier.
Knocking lightly, James turned the doorknob, letting himself into her office. He saw her sitting at her desk, and smiled even wider. "Ms. Whelan?"