It was the first night since they’d arrived that Connie hadn’t gone out at some point.  She was tired. It had been a long week.  She’d spent a lot of it to herself, or at the least away from her family when she could be, and it had done her good. She was tan from the beach and she felt more than ready to return to New York.  For once, she hadn’t ( Read more... )

2am and she calls me ‘cause I’m still awake,
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season.”

“Connie?” Ileana’s voice was groggy.  She sat up in bed, pushing Rob’s arm to the side. Next to her, Rob didn’t budge from his sleep, only grunted and rolled over.

“You never asked how Easter was,” Connie ( Read more... )

Well, it turns out we have enough to indict the bastard after all. Fielding came back from...wherever he was...in an oddly good mood. So good he didn't ream us for our part in the mess (though he has promised a word with the PD) and he managed to find a loophole that allows us to indict. I have to say, I'm impressed with him. And glad that we ( Read more... )

Back to work. Fun times. I stopped by the 2-7 and saw Nina, Joe, Falco and the new girl, McCarthy. It was good to catch up with everyone. Oh, and I picked up my Halloween costume. I don't care what Brian says. I work it just fine...er, not like that. And if he knows what's good for him he'll keep quiet. Or risk getting his ass kicked.

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The weekend went by way too fast. Not to mention the red-eye got in at 2am. Ugh. Need coffee.

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The trial is going smoothly. Much more than I expected ( Read more... )

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