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you to do my job effectively." |
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He shrugged. "However you get your kicks. Listen away." |
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He returned to his side of the room, and D.J. did the same, sitting on her bed so she could spread her hamburger and fries out before her. |
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She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the food. What had smelled heavenly inside the restaurant looked unappealing in the bright light of her hotel room. After the fiasco with McCall, and then the phone call to her father and the memories the call had engendered, D.J.'s desire to eat had fled. |
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She leaned back against the headboard and reached for the telephone; time to check in with Captain Miller. |
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A different voice answered the phone at the station than the one D.J. had expected. "Colleen, why are you answering the phones?" D.J. asked the day desk sergeant. |
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"Oh, D.J., the captain's been asking me every other minute if you've called. Where are you?" |
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"Out of town." Colleen hesitated at D.J.'s evasive answer, and D.J. didn't elaborate. Colleen had always had a soft spot for Rich. Since the first time Ed had bailed Rich out of the Lakeview jail, Colleen had been like an older sister to the kid she'd seen as a "poor lost soul." Though D.J. doubted the woman would tell Rich where she'd gone, D.J. wasn't taking any chances. She had enough headaches with McCall; she didn't need more from her ex-husband. "Since the captain's so hot to talk, better put me through right away, Colleen." |
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Colleen hesitated again, as though she meant to |
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