***This is a follow on from Happy New Year.***
Stolen Years
Cory's phone rang.
'Hi Cory, it's me.'
'Tracey! I haven't heard from you in ages. How are you?'
'Good.' She said quietly.
'Is everything okay?' Tracey's was a sad case. Her twin sister Rita and run away when they were teenagers and hadn't been seen since. The authorities had given up hope of ever finding her and had gone so far as to say she might not even be alive. Tracey and Rita's mother had died of cancer just after Tracey started university and her father died of a heart attack shortly after that. She'd been depressed ever since. Usually phone calls from Tracey meant that she was having serious suicidal thoughts and needed someone to pull her out of it.
Much to Cory's relief Tracey answered, 'Yes. Everything is fine.'
Cory let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. 'That's great. How's things?'
'Good. I've been put on an assignment. A big one.' She said excitedly.
'Really? Can you tell me about it?' The other thing about Tracey was that she was an Internal Affairs agent and a pretty high up one too. A lot of things she did were deemed classified.
'Not really. But it's a work group of some of the top guns around here and I just happen to be in it.'
'Congratulations.'
'Yeah. They finally took one of my suggestions. And the best part is that it was the boss that put me in it.'
'The new boss?'
'Yeah. I met him the other day. He went around all the departments and introduced himself. He seems really nice, like a grandfather, except not as old.'
'What's he like? Wait, let me guess. Ex army drill sergeant, square jaw, over six foot, build like a statue?'
Tracey laughed. 'No way. He's nothing like that. He's short, shorter than you, about 50ish, balding, overweight. Everyone was so shocked when they saw him. They were all expecting another Fitzherbert.' Chief Franklin Fitzherbert, big boss of Los Angeles Internal Affairs had retired about a month ago. He was big, bronzed and very mean looking. Nobody dared to challenge his authority.
'This guy sounds like a push over. What's his name?'
'Daniel Richards. He used to work with Dad.' Tracey's father had been a big shot in Internal Affairs. Probably the main reason why she'd joined. She'd always been her father's little girl.
'Oh, Alastair was telling me about him.' Cory said. 'One day he just up and left for no reason. He said it was personal but nobody knew anything about it.'
'Do you remember Mr Schultz from high school?'
'Yeah.'
'Richards kinda looks like him. Only not as fat and not as bald.'
Cory laughed. 'It's amazing anybody takes him seriously.
'He's no push over though. He's already ripped through somebody for almost blowing their cover on a case. It wasn't pretty.'
'Did I tell you that Alastair ripped through someone the other day? It wasn't anyone from Santa Monica but he tore them to shreds. I was even scared.'
'When am I going to get to meet this boyfriend of yours? I mean, I haven't seen him yet and you've been dating for how long?'
'About ten months.'
'Exactly.'
'So when do I get to meet him?'
'Well, you could come over here and we could go out for dinner or something. I know a great guy I could set you up with.'
'No! Do not start on that.' Tracey had refused to date seriously since her high school sweetheart dumped her for another girl three days before the prom.
Cory laughed. 'I'm just teasing Tracey. Although he is pretty cute.'
'No way. I'm not letting you set me up with anyone.' Tracey was laughing too so Cory knew she wasn't seriously annoyed with her. 'Anyway, I have to go. I've got some work to do for this assignment. I'll talk to you soon.'
Stolen Years
Cory's phone rang.
'Hi Cory, it's me.'
'Tracey! I haven't heard from you in ages. How are you?'
'Good.' She said quietly.
'Is everything okay?' Tracey's was a sad case. Her twin sister Rita and run away when they were teenagers and hadn't been seen since. The authorities had given up hope of ever finding her and had gone so far as to say she might not even be alive. Tracey and Rita's mother had died of cancer just after Tracey started university and her father died of a heart attack shortly after that. She'd been depressed ever since. Usually phone calls from Tracey meant that she was having serious suicidal thoughts and needed someone to pull her out of it.
Much to Cory's relief Tracey answered, 'Yes. Everything is fine.'
Cory let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. 'That's great. How's things?'
'Good. I've been put on an assignment. A big one.' She said excitedly.
'Really? Can you tell me about it?' The other thing about Tracey was that she was an Internal Affairs agent and a pretty high up one too. A lot of things she did were deemed classified.
'Not really. But it's a work group of some of the top guns around here and I just happen to be in it.'
'Congratulations.'
'Yeah. They finally took one of my suggestions. And the best part is that it was the boss that put me in it.'
'The new boss?'
'Yeah. I met him the other day. He went around all the departments and introduced himself. He seems really nice, like a grandfather, except not as old.'
'What's he like? Wait, let me guess. Ex army drill sergeant, square jaw, over six foot, build like a statue?'
Tracey laughed. 'No way. He's nothing like that. He's short, shorter than you, about 50ish, balding, overweight. Everyone was so shocked when they saw him. They were all expecting another Fitzherbert.' Chief Franklin Fitzherbert, big boss of Los Angeles Internal Affairs had retired about a month ago. He was big, bronzed and very mean looking. Nobody dared to challenge his authority.
'This guy sounds like a push over. What's his name?'
'Daniel Richards. He used to work with Dad.' Tracey's father had been a big shot in Internal Affairs. Probably the main reason why she'd joined. She'd always been her father's little girl.
'Oh, Alastair was telling me about him.' Cory said. 'One day he just up and left for no reason. He said it was personal but nobody knew anything about it.'
'Do you remember Mr Schultz from high school?'
'Yeah.'
'Richards kinda looks like him. Only not as fat and not as bald.'
Cory laughed. 'It's amazing anybody takes him seriously.
'He's no push over though. He's already ripped through somebody for almost blowing their cover on a case. It wasn't pretty.'
'Did I tell you that Alastair ripped through someone the other day? It wasn't anyone from Santa Monica but he tore them to shreds. I was even scared.'
'When am I going to get to meet this boyfriend of yours? I mean, I haven't seen him yet and you've been dating for how long?'
'About ten months.'
'Exactly.'
'So when do I get to meet him?'
'Well, you could come over here and we could go out for dinner or something. I know a great guy I could set you up with.'
'No! Do not start on that.' Tracey had refused to date seriously since her high school sweetheart dumped her for another girl three days before the prom.
Cory laughed. 'I'm just teasing Tracey. Although he is pretty cute.'
'No way. I'm not letting you set me up with anyone.' Tracey was laughing too so Cory knew she wasn't seriously annoyed with her. 'Anyway, I have to go. I've got some work to do for this assignment. I'll talk to you soon.'