Connections
Part 1 - Connections
The cell phone went off, dragging Detective Sara Pezzini from her pile of paperwork with a flash of irritation. "Pezzini. Go."
"Hello, Sara," the soft voice of Ian Nottingham came to her, shaking her composure slightly. One of these days she would learn not to be startled by him. She covered the mouthpiece with her hand.
"Hey, Danny, can you give me a minute?" He gave her a questioning look. "It's personal," She turned back to the phone as her partner left the room with two coffee cups. She took a breath, "O.K. Nottingham, what do you want?"
"Many things, most of them impossible." he said sadly.
"If you are going to start with the cryptic bullshit again, I'll take a pass if you don't mind."
"No. I'm sorry, Sara. I need to speak to you, it's important."
"O.k. I'm listening."
"This would be better done in person. Will you meet me?"
"Right now? Where are you?" she looked around to see if he was lurking nearby.
"No, this evening. wherever you like."
"Somewhere public?"
"Not necessarily a good idea-it regards the Witchblade." Sara sighed. "Guy sure knows how to get my attention." she thought. "Fine, I'm out at 5:00. my apartment, say 7:00?"
"All right, whatever you wish."
"And Nottingham."
"Yes, Sara?"
"Try the front door, I would hate to accidentally shoot you. It would ruin my free weekend." On the other end of the phone Ian Nottingham flashed a rare but tired smile, where he knew she couldn't see. Perhaps she was growing accustomed to him. He hung up the phone and left the precinct parking lot slowly. It had begun. there was no turning back now.
Sara hung up her phone as Danny returned with two cups of the sludge that passed for station's coffee and handed her a cup. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, I just seem to have acquired a date, that's all. And before you ask. don't."
"O.k., partner."
Part 1 - Connections
The cell phone went off, dragging Detective Sara Pezzini from her pile of paperwork with a flash of irritation. "Pezzini. Go."
"Hello, Sara," the soft voice of Ian Nottingham came to her, shaking her composure slightly. One of these days she would learn not to be startled by him. She covered the mouthpiece with her hand.
"Hey, Danny, can you give me a minute?" He gave her a questioning look. "It's personal," She turned back to the phone as her partner left the room with two coffee cups. She took a breath, "O.K. Nottingham, what do you want?"
"Many things, most of them impossible." he said sadly.
"If you are going to start with the cryptic bullshit again, I'll take a pass if you don't mind."
"No. I'm sorry, Sara. I need to speak to you, it's important."
"O.k. I'm listening."
"This would be better done in person. Will you meet me?"
"Right now? Where are you?" she looked around to see if he was lurking nearby.
"No, this evening. wherever you like."
"Somewhere public?"
"Not necessarily a good idea-it regards the Witchblade." Sara sighed. "Guy sure knows how to get my attention." she thought. "Fine, I'm out at 5:00. my apartment, say 7:00?"
"All right, whatever you wish."
"And Nottingham."
"Yes, Sara?"
"Try the front door, I would hate to accidentally shoot you. It would ruin my free weekend." On the other end of the phone Ian Nottingham flashed a rare but tired smile, where he knew she couldn't see. Perhaps she was growing accustomed to him. He hung up the phone and left the precinct parking lot slowly. It had begun. there was no turning back now.
Sara hung up her phone as Danny returned with two cups of the sludge that passed for station's coffee and handed her a cup. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, I just seem to have acquired a date, that's all. And before you ask. don't."
"O.k., partner."