" Guess you’re wondering why I wanted to see you,” the lieutenant said.
“A little, yeah.” Linc didn’t bother to ask how Warren had gotten his address.
“I realized last time we talked that I didn’t know your last name.”
“That would be because I never mentioned it.”
The other man chuckled. “Right. And I didn’t want to ask the Corellis. So, I, uh, ran your plates.”
That was why he’d walked them to the hospital parking lot.
“I was curious. No offense, but in this type of case you cover all your bases.”
Linc knew what was coming. He folded his arms over his chest, listening more to the birds in the willow tree than to the lieutenant.
“I got the basic screen. Full name, address, date of birth. You’re an organ donor. After that, nada. Level Five block. Access to subject information restricted.”
Linc sighed.
“That’s federal, isn’t it?” The lieutenant looked over at him. “But not the FBI. Those guys comb their hair. You with the agency? The army?”
“Want me to lie?”
“No, of course not.” Mike Warren seemed awfully pleased with himself. “I did get your last name. Nice to meet a real Bannon.”
Linc braced himself, prepared to field irrelevant questions about his brother RJ and the Montgomery case, but the lieutenant seemed inclined to stop while he was ahead.
“Look, I know your connection to Kenzie is personal. But that doesn’t mean you have nothing to contribute. Going forward, if you can help, it would be just between you and me. Totally off the record.”
Linc knew what Mike Warren was getting at. Different databases, different protocols. Not a lot of sharing. The lieutenant was way out of his league, but he had the guts to ask. Linc respected that.
“Happy to,” he replied. “But there are limits.”
“I understand.” Mike Warren got up and looked toward Linc’s car. “Okay. I have to get back to the station. I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.”
“Sorting socks.”
The lieutenant grinned. “My apologies for the interruption. "

― Janet Dailey , Honor (Bannon Brothers, #2)