Familiar characters are Janet's.
As soon as my afternoon meeting got canceled, I locked my office and headed upstairs to see what Stephanie and Olivia are doing. I found them both on the floor in the living room. Steph was trying to slide purple-striped baby booties onto the tiny feet that clearly want to remain bare. I walked into the room and stood over them.
"She doesn't need those, she isn't going anywhere," I said, taking Olive's side in the battle.
Steph tipped her head back against my legs and I bent to kiss her upside-down mouth before she could accuse me of taking sides.
"That was nice," she said, smiling slightly before turning serious. "Care to share what you know about the TPD dragging a torso out of the Delaware this morning? It's Crux, isn't it?"
"I hear it's the result of a gang hit."
She studied me, weighing the truth of that. She knows I won't lie to her, but equally aware that I'll omit or redirect. She nodded. She doesn't really want the details ... and I never want to have to give them to her.
