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Authors: Linda Kay Silva
Tags: Lesbian Mystery
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understand that I didn’t mean to put all the blame on you?” Checking her watch, Delta nodded. “I’m not perfect, Meg. and
most of what you were saying was right. Can we finish thish conversation later? I really need to follow up on a few things before the shift ends.”
Megan nodded and ran her hand through Delta’s hair. “I love you so much, Delta Stevens. I’ll be waiting up with bells on. Nothing else. Just bells.”
Delta grinned. “I thought you wanted to finish talking.”
“Oh, we will. But when that’s done. . . I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Now get out of here before I throw myself at your feet and beg you stay.”
Taking one step out the door, Delta turned and smiled. “Really?”
Megan’s grin instantly transformed into a warm smile. “Really. Delta Stevens, when will you ever get it through that thick head of yours that I love you?”
Delta shrugged. “Sometimes, I don’t feel like I deserve it.”
“Sometimes, you don’t. Now get going before Jan falls asleep.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Chapter 11
“You’re not going to let this one go, are you?” Jan asked, starting the engine.
Delta shook her head. “No, Jan, I’m not.”
“Because of the D.A. or because he tried to take you out?”
“Maybe both. Maybe neither.” Delta stared out the window. Sometimes it felt like the women in her life were always questioning— always demanding reasons why she did the things she did. After college, Sandy, her ex-lover, never let up on why she would “throw away a college education” to work with street scum. Delta believed that becoming a cop was the beginning of the end for their relationship. And even when Delta tried to explain why she wanted to be a cop, Sandy didn’t listen or care. Delta had spent her entire childhood reading comics and dreaming about being somebody’s heroine. She wanted very much to be an X-Man or a member of the Fantastic Four—to be so brave and courageous and take chances no one else would. Few knew of Delta’s past penchant for comics. Delta’s love of the comic book heroine “Storm” was one of the reasons Connie had nicknamed her “Storm.” That, and the fact that Delta always stormed into situations when she was a rookie. In fact, she was still like that young, energetic woman, who produly donned badge number 182.
“Delta?”
“Huh?”
“You okay? You want to take a break or something?”
Delta looked at Jan and sighed. “Jan, something inside tells me I have to stop this guy. There’s more to this than the murders. I don’t know what it is, but my gut instinct is screaming at me to dig harder and depper than I already am.”
“How much harder can you dig, Del? You’ve tapped into most of your reliable street sources. What mare is there for you to do besides work yourself to death? And lookw where that’s already gotten you.”
Delta studied Jan’s profile. For Jan, the job was just that: a job. One which was ten hours long, and she left it behind when she hung up her badge and nine-millimeter. For Delta, it extended well into the hours of her personal life. She could not leave behind in her locker the details she had witnessed during the night, nor couls she easily forget about the victims and suspects and great lines of people who tramped through her life every night. they became a part of her psyche, some adding to her worries, some not, and either way, Delta wasn’t capable of letting go completely. These people—their pain, their losses—were all a part of Delta’s life. And though she often wished she could be like Jan and leave it all behind, she wasn’t capable of doing that; it just wasn’t in Delta’s chemistry to turn away and not look back. Being involved was what she did best. If she could only learn how to successfully balance both her career and her relationship, she’d be one of the happiest people in the world.
“I know that, Jan, but I can’t let go.” Delta listed to herself
most of what you were saying was right. Can we finish thish conversation later? I really need to follow up on a few things before the shift ends.”
Megan nodded and ran her hand through Delta’s hair. “I love you so much, Delta Stevens. I’ll be waiting up with bells on. Nothing else. Just bells.”
Delta grinned. “I thought you wanted to finish talking.”
“Oh, we will. But when that’s done. . . I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Now get out of here before I throw myself at your feet and beg you stay.”
Taking one step out the door, Delta turned and smiled. “Really?”
Megan’s grin instantly transformed into a warm smile. “Really. Delta Stevens, when will you ever get it through that thick head of yours that I love you?”
Delta shrugged. “Sometimes, I don’t feel like I deserve it.”
“Sometimes, you don’t. Now get going before Jan falls asleep.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Chapter 11
“You’re not going to let this one go, are you?” Jan asked, starting the engine.
Delta shook her head. “No, Jan, I’m not.”
“Because of the D.A. or because he tried to take you out?”
“Maybe both. Maybe neither.” Delta stared out the window. Sometimes it felt like the women in her life were always questioning— always demanding reasons why she did the things she did. After college, Sandy, her ex-lover, never let up on why she would “throw away a college education” to work with street scum. Delta believed that becoming a cop was the beginning of the end for their relationship. And even when Delta tried to explain why she wanted to be a cop, Sandy didn’t listen or care. Delta had spent her entire childhood reading comics and dreaming about being somebody’s heroine. She wanted very much to be an X-Man or a member of the Fantastic Four—to be so brave and courageous and take chances no one else would. Few knew of Delta’s past penchant for comics. Delta’s love of the comic book heroine “Storm” was one of the reasons Connie had nicknamed her “Storm.” That, and the fact that Delta always stormed into situations when she was a rookie. In fact, she was still like that young, energetic woman, who produly donned badge number 182.
“Delta?”
“Huh?”
“You okay? You want to take a break or something?”
Delta looked at Jan and sighed. “Jan, something inside tells me I have to stop this guy. There’s more to this than the murders. I don’t know what it is, but my gut instinct is screaming at me to dig harder and depper than I already am.”
“How much harder can you dig, Del? You’ve tapped into most of your reliable street sources. What mare is there for you to do besides work yourself to death? And lookw where that’s already gotten you.”
Delta studied Jan’s profile. For Jan, the job was just that: a job. One which was ten hours long, and she left it behind when she hung up her badge and nine-millimeter. For Delta, it extended well into the hours of her personal life. She could not leave behind in her locker the details she had witnessed during the night, nor couls she easily forget about the victims and suspects and great lines of people who tramped through her life every night. they became a part of her psyche, some adding to her worries, some not, and either way, Delta wasn’t capable of letting go completely. These people—their pain, their losses—were all a part of Delta’s life. And though she often wished she could be like Jan and leave it all behind, she wasn’t capable of doing that; it just wasn’t in Delta’s chemistry to turn away and not look back. Being involved was what she did best. If she could only learn how to successfully balance both her career and her relationship, she’d be one of the happiest people in the world.
“I know that, Jan, but I can’t let go.” Delta listed to herself
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