MCA #-2, (Wednesday, September 16, Morning)
Dani opened her eyes and sat-up. Something had woken her--
Her phone was ringing. Not her cellphone, but the phone in the apartment. She sighed and reached for the cordless phone. "Mamaan?"
"Dani." It wasn't her mother. "What's this I hear you transferred to a no name hick town?"
It wasn't Karen Davis either.
"Uh, Dani?"
Dani shut the phone off, stood-up and pulled the line from the wall. She grabbed her phone and dialed Ted. "Did you give Tidwell my number?"
"Huh? Whu--? Huh?"
"Did. You. Give. Tidwell. My. Number?"
"What? No! You told me not to--"
She clicked the phone shut again and put her head on her hands. Three people knew her home number in Fandom: Her mother, Ted and Puryer.
Dani doubted Puryer would waste time handing out her phone numbers to LAPD captains and Ted wasn't the type to sell out, not after prison. That only left... she dialed her mother's number.
"Mamaan, I'm sorry to wake you-- you're already up? Um... Eid?" This made Dani pause, "Uh, Ma, aren't you Catholic?"
She was getting off-topic. "Never mind. Did you give my number to anyone?" Dani listened to mamaan start a long litany about how woeful and sad an existence it was that her one and only daughter call when it was convenient to her. Didn't she think of her mother? How could she go on and on and not tell her own mother about her boyfriend--
"My what?"
"You're boyfriend," her mother repeated, "called me. He sounded very polite but he also sounded like he didn't pronounce his words properly."
"Tidwell called you? And you gave him his number?"
"I thought he said his name was Kevin?"
"His name is Kevin Tidwell, Captain Tidwell. You gave my boss my number."
"I know."
Everything went to a screeching halt. It took sixty seconds before her she could breath again. "What?"
"I know this Kevin is also your Captain."
"What--" it was Dani's turn to splutter, "How..."
"Dani, I have been a police officer's wife for years and a police officer's mother long after that." Her mother's voice was reproachful, "Do you really think I'm that ignorant?"
"No, of course not but." Dani stopped talking because she didn't have anything to add.
"My little one," her mother began, speaking in Farsi and using the nickname only she could get away with, "sometimes you are not as smart as you think you are."
Her phone was ringing. Not her cellphone, but the phone in the apartment. She sighed and reached for the cordless phone. "Mamaan?"
"Dani." It wasn't her mother. "What's this I hear you transferred to a no name hick town?"
It wasn't Karen Davis either.
"Uh, Dani?"
Dani shut the phone off, stood-up and pulled the line from the wall. She grabbed her phone and dialed Ted. "Did you give Tidwell my number?"
"Huh? Whu--? Huh?"
"Did. You. Give. Tidwell. My. Number?"
"What? No! You told me not to--"
She clicked the phone shut again and put her head on her hands. Three people knew her home number in Fandom: Her mother, Ted and Puryer.
Dani doubted Puryer would waste time handing out her phone numbers to LAPD captains and Ted wasn't the type to sell out, not after prison. That only left... she dialed her mother's number.
"Mamaan, I'm sorry to wake you-- you're already up? Um... Eid?" This made Dani pause, "Uh, Ma, aren't you Catholic?"
She was getting off-topic. "Never mind. Did you give my number to anyone?" Dani listened to mamaan start a long litany about how woeful and sad an existence it was that her one and only daughter call when it was convenient to her. Didn't she think of her mother? How could she go on and on and not tell her own mother about her boyfriend--
"My what?"
"You're boyfriend," her mother repeated, "called me. He sounded very polite but he also sounded like he didn't pronounce his words properly."
"Tidwell called you? And you gave him his number?"
"I thought he said his name was Kevin?"
"His name is Kevin Tidwell, Captain Tidwell. You gave my boss my number."
"I know."
Everything went to a screeching halt. It took sixty seconds before her she could breath again. "What?"
"I know this Kevin is also your Captain."
"What--" it was Dani's turn to splutter, "How..."
"Dani, I have been a police officer's wife for years and a police officer's mother long after that." Her mother's voice was reproachful, "Do you really think I'm that ignorant?"
"No, of course not but." Dani stopped talking because she didn't have anything to add.
"My little one," her mother began, speaking in Farsi and using the nickname only she could get away with, "sometimes you are not as smart as you think you are."