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"Yes?" Captain Raydor's voice sounded sleepy on the other end of the line, and Amy could make out the sounds of sheets rustling. There was a low growl in the background that sounded distinctly male und Amy grinned, happy that the Captain seemed to have found someone special. Maybe that judge that had been so taken with her last week? If not for Lieutenant Flynn barging in and telling her to hurry up, he would have definitely asked her out. Amy shook her head with a grin. Andy Flynn and his notoriously bad timing!
"Sorry to wake you, Captain! This is Amy Sykes. We have a murder down in Bel Air. Lieutenant Provenza got into an argument with patrol, so we might need you here."
The Captain gave a small sigh. "Of course, thank you, Amy. I'll be there as soon as I can. Would you text me the-"
She was interrupted by the blaring of the Dallas theme in the background. Amy heard some shuffling as the receiver was covered with a hand and Raydor hissed an aggravated: "Turn it off!" The sound stopped almost immediately.
"I'm sorry, Detective. Please just text me the address." The Captain hung up without further ado, sounding slightly distressed and maybe even a bit embarrassed. Amy wondered whether she should take her aside later and tell her that there was no need to be ashamed of having someone over. Maybe the judge, too, had been called away on something urgent. A warrant, probably. How romantic, Amy thought with a smile, maybe he would even drop her off at the crime scene.
Provenza approached her with a sour look on his face, his cell phone still in hand.
"Flynn the moron. Doesn't answer his phone," he growled. "Did you manage to reach the Captain?"
Out of the darkness of the parking lot, Sanchez appeared, yawning and rubbing his eyes. His suit looked a little crumpled and his hair stuck out in places.
"Yes, I managed to get a hold of the Captain," Amy said brightly, glad that she was young enough to quickly get over the initial weariness that was associated with getting pulled out of bed in the middle of the night. "And guess what! The Captain was with a man." She chuckled. "The funniest thing is, though: Her boyfriend uses the same ringtone Flynn does! Isn't that a freaky coincidence?"
She was puzzled when the two other men didn't join into her laughter. Maybe they found her gossiping inappropriate at a crime scene. She blushed slightly and turned around to put on her gloves.
"Anyway, I'll go and see whether I can be of any help." She fully intended to stay close to the road, though, not to miss the Captain's arrival and maybe be able to catch a glimpse of the judge.
The moment she had shuffled off, Provenza shook his head and glanced at Sanchez who was mirroring the motion.
"So Flynn's spending his nights in the Captain's bed these days?" Sanchez sounded only slightly surprised and not at all bothered by the unexpected revelation.
"And poor Amy didn't get it," Provenza said.
"That woman is a mystery. Sharp as a knife sometimes and completely deluded when it comes to these things."
Provenza heaved a deep, dramatic sigh.