"Damnit," I cursed. I kicked the cardboard box across the kitchen, then
leaned against the kitchen counter. I ran a hand through my curly hair,
glaring at the crystal vase that had fallen out of the box as I picked it
up. I wrapped my hand in a kitchen towel, then gingerly picked up the
pieces. I heard someone knock at my apartment door. I scurried across the
apartment and peered through the peephole. "Hello?"
"NYPD, ma'am. Can we come in?" a female voice called out. I unlocked the door, then opened it. A blonde police officer smiled warmly at me. "Ma'am, we received a domestic violence call. May we come in and look around?"
"I guess, but a domestic violence call?" I asked, opening the door wider. Her partner had his back facing me, as he scanned the artwork in the hallway.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm Officer Yokas," she stated, stepping in my apartment.
"I'm Raeanne Spangler," I introduced myself.
"That's my partner, Officer Boscorelli," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. Officer Boscorelli turned around, smiling briefly. He promptly turned back around and examined the paintings, again.
"But, I didn't place a domestic violence call," I creased my eyebrows in concern. Officer Yokas glanced down at my towel-wrapped hand, then back at me.
"Can you tell me what happened to your hand, ma'am?"
"I dropped a crystal vase and I didn't want to cut myself, so I wrapped my hand in a towel," I explained. Officer Boscorelli turned around, then walked in my apartment.
"Nice wall deco," he nodded at me. It was the first time I had gotten a good look at him, and my heart started to beat a little faster. He had brown hair and brooding hazel eyes. He had a somewhat long nose, but it accented his face nicely, just as his thin lips and square jaw did. He was gorgeous. For a brief moment his eyes flickered over mine.
"Ma'am, we received a call to respond to Apartment D-4 ten minutes ago, because their neighbor below heard screaming and shouting," Officer Yokas informed me. I snapped my eyes from Officer Boscorelli and forced myself to concentrate on Officer Yokas. She glanced at Officer Boscorelli, then smiled at me.
"This is B-4," I replied, acting as if I hadn't been looking at him. "Oh, you saw the scratched off B. Yea, some moron kids decided that they would get free room service by scratching the B to look like a D, while the bill would still be billed to D."
"I told you it was floor B, Faith," Officer Boscorelli snorted, rolling his eyes. "Any genius can figure out that floor B is the second floor."
"Shut up, Bosco," Officer Yokas snapped.
"I'm just saying," Bosco shrugged, looking around my apartment.
"I know exactly saying, Bosco. You're saying that since I was doing my job and going to what looked like floor D, I'm automatically stupid," she glared at him, then turned to me. I snapped my attention from Bosco to her, again. "Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry that we bothered you."
"It's okay," I smiled assuringly.
"Let's go, Bosco," Officer Yokas ordered, stepping out of my apartment. Boscorelli stopped inspecting my living room, then walked out the door.
"Nice apartment," he smiled.
"Thanks," I smiled back. I watched the two officers head for the stairs. "Officer Yokas, Officer Boscorelli!"
"Yes, ma'am?" Officer Yokas asked, as both of them turned around.
"After your done, could you please let me know how everything went in D-4?" I asked. Officer Boscorelli grinned cockily.
"Of course, ma'am," Officer Yokas nodded. She pulled on Boscorelli's arm. "Come on, Bosco, stop drooling over her and do your job."
"NYPD, ma'am. Can we come in?" a female voice called out. I unlocked the door, then opened it. A blonde police officer smiled warmly at me. "Ma'am, we received a domestic violence call. May we come in and look around?"
"I guess, but a domestic violence call?" I asked, opening the door wider. Her partner had his back facing me, as he scanned the artwork in the hallway.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm Officer Yokas," she stated, stepping in my apartment.
"I'm Raeanne Spangler," I introduced myself.
"That's my partner, Officer Boscorelli," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. Officer Boscorelli turned around, smiling briefly. He promptly turned back around and examined the paintings, again.
"But, I didn't place a domestic violence call," I creased my eyebrows in concern. Officer Yokas glanced down at my towel-wrapped hand, then back at me.
"Can you tell me what happened to your hand, ma'am?"
"I dropped a crystal vase and I didn't want to cut myself, so I wrapped my hand in a towel," I explained. Officer Boscorelli turned around, then walked in my apartment.
"Nice wall deco," he nodded at me. It was the first time I had gotten a good look at him, and my heart started to beat a little faster. He had brown hair and brooding hazel eyes. He had a somewhat long nose, but it accented his face nicely, just as his thin lips and square jaw did. He was gorgeous. For a brief moment his eyes flickered over mine.
"Ma'am, we received a call to respond to Apartment D-4 ten minutes ago, because their neighbor below heard screaming and shouting," Officer Yokas informed me. I snapped my eyes from Officer Boscorelli and forced myself to concentrate on Officer Yokas. She glanced at Officer Boscorelli, then smiled at me.
"This is B-4," I replied, acting as if I hadn't been looking at him. "Oh, you saw the scratched off B. Yea, some moron kids decided that they would get free room service by scratching the B to look like a D, while the bill would still be billed to D."
"I told you it was floor B, Faith," Officer Boscorelli snorted, rolling his eyes. "Any genius can figure out that floor B is the second floor."
"Shut up, Bosco," Officer Yokas snapped.
"I'm just saying," Bosco shrugged, looking around my apartment.
"I know exactly saying, Bosco. You're saying that since I was doing my job and going to what looked like floor D, I'm automatically stupid," she glared at him, then turned to me. I snapped my attention from Bosco to her, again. "Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry that we bothered you."
"It's okay," I smiled assuringly.
"Let's go, Bosco," Officer Yokas ordered, stepping out of my apartment. Boscorelli stopped inspecting my living room, then walked out the door.
"Nice apartment," he smiled.
"Thanks," I smiled back. I watched the two officers head for the stairs. "Officer Yokas, Officer Boscorelli!"
"Yes, ma'am?" Officer Yokas asked, as both of them turned around.
"After your done, could you please let me know how everything went in D-4?" I asked. Officer Boscorelli grinned cockily.
"Of course, ma'am," Officer Yokas nodded. She pulled on Boscorelli's arm. "Come on, Bosco, stop drooling over her and do your job."