By late afternoon, they were planning a Super Bowl get together, and were discussing who would bring what. And since Sam had already admitted to being a lawyer, they all volunteered her to "keep them out of trouble". It all sounded like a ton of fun. That's when "Pittsburgh Princess" joined in the discussion. And after a lengthy discussion about all the royal nicknames, Stephanie was given the name Queenie and Lucy was dubbed Duchess so they would fit in.
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Sam almost choked on the sip of water she'd just taken after reading those two posts. Romeo and Juliet? Her and Kidd?
No way. Seriously. No. Way.
Where would they get that? He might be flirting, but she wasn't exactly drinking poison then stabbing herself with his dagger and falling dead at his feet.
Then Hath jumped on the bandwagon too.
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For crying out loud, if they didn't stop this shit was totally going to stick!
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never mind.
At least they finally changed the subject, and eventually it made it back around to football. Oh yeah, and half naked slave boys.
A light tapping on the door frame of her open office door had her looking up into the gorgeous blue eyes of Detective Tony Rodham. The rumor mill said the tall (he was at least 6'2"), handsome blonde was Hillary's nephew. A rumor he would neither confirm nor deny. Having a brother that was a well known power player in political circles and unwilling to skate by on his name, Sam completely understood Tony's stand on the subject. She didn't go around bragging about who her brother was either. Only her closest friends knew that her brother was that Nathan Sinclair.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Sinclair," Tony said smoothly, flashing a boyish grin.
Sam glanced at the clock on her desk. 4:17. She hadn't realized it had gotten so late. Flashing a grin of her own, she told him, "Cut the Ms. Sinclair shit, Tony. You're not fooling anyone."
"All right, babes," he said with laughter in his voice. "I brought you goodies." He dropped a file folder on her desk, without further fanfare.
Sam didn't even blink at the nickname he'd called her when they were dating. "Ooooh, a girl always loves presents." She flipped open the file folder and a wicked little smile stretched her lips. "A witness? Oh, Tony, with presents like this, you'll have to remind me. Why did we break up again?"
As often as he'd answered that question, his response was quick and obviously rehearsed. "Because you're a self professed workaholic, and I'm a self diagnosed thrill seeker suffering from a bad case of Peter Pan Syndrome."
Sam was thankful they could laugh at themselves and that they'd remained friends. Tony had been very helpful on several of her cases, and it would've been awkward otherwise. "Tell me about the witness."
"She didn't actually see the beating that killed the child," he cautioned. "But, she's an older woman that lives across the street and she's seen the defendant, in her words, 'slap the child around some'. She would be able to testify as to pattern."
"Thanks, Tone, you're the best." Playfully, she blew him a kiss.
Sticking his hands in his pockets, Tony looked down and kicked the floor with his left foot. "Aw, shucks, ma'am. It weren't nothin'." When she started giggling at his antics, he turned to walk away, calling back over his shoulder, "Later, babes. I'll call ya if I find anything else."
Pulling her glasses back down off the top of her head with one hand, Sam opened the file with the other. Once her reading glasses were perched on her nose, she quickly scanned the papers in front of her. This was some great stuff. She needed something like this, and it arrived just in time. The case went to court on Friday.
At 4:40 she was once again posting on the forum.
Queenie had said that she also worked in a law office, and the two of them chatted about what type of law she was in. Then the subject turned back to the slave boys.
A light tapping on the door frame of her open office door had her looking up into the gorgeous blue eyes of Detective Tony Rodham. The rumor mill said the tall (he was at least 6'2"), handsome blonde was Hillary's nephew. A rumor he would neither confirm nor deny. Having a brother that was a well known power player in political circles and unwilling to skate by on his name, Sam completely understood Tony's stand on the subject. She didn't go around bragging about who her brother was either. Only her closest friends knew that her brother was that Nathan Sinclair.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Sinclair," Tony said smoothly, flashing a boyish grin.
Sam glanced at the clock on her desk. 4:17. She hadn't realized it had gotten so late. Flashing a grin of her own, she told him, "Cut the Ms. Sinclair shit, Tony. You're not fooling anyone."
"All right, babes," he said with laughter in his voice. "I brought you goodies." He dropped a file folder on her desk, without further fanfare.
Sam didn't even blink at the nickname he'd called her when they were dating. "Ooooh, a girl always loves presents." She flipped open the file folder and a wicked little smile stretched her lips. "A witness? Oh, Tony, with presents like this, you'll have to remind me. Why did we break up again?"
As often as he'd answered that question, his response was quick and obviously rehearsed. "Because you're a self professed workaholic, and I'm a self diagnosed thrill seeker suffering from a bad case of Peter Pan Syndrome."
Sam was thankful they could laugh at themselves and that they'd remained friends. Tony had been very helpful on several of her cases, and it would've been awkward otherwise. "Tell me about the witness."
"She didn't actually see the beating that killed the child," he cautioned. "But, she's an older woman that lives across the street and she's seen the defendant, in her words, 'slap the child around some'. She would be able to testify as to pattern."
"Thanks, Tone, you're the best." Playfully, she blew him a kiss.
Sticking his hands in his pockets, Tony looked down and kicked the floor with his left foot. "Aw, shucks, ma'am. It weren't nothin'." When she started giggling at his antics, he turned to walk away, calling back over his shoulder, "Later, babes. I'll call ya if I find anything else."
Pulling her glasses back down off the top of her head with one hand, Sam opened the file with the other. Once her reading glasses were perched on her nose, she quickly scanned the papers in front of her. This was some great stuff. She needed something like this, and it arrived just in time. The case went to court on Friday.
At 4:40 she was once again posting on the forum.
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Queenie had said that she also worked in a law office, and the two of them chatted about what type of law she was in. Then the subject turned back to the slave boys.
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In between Lucy trying to convince her to do what she'd already done, she was also discussing those half naked slave boys with Queenie.
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Sam smiled at their antics and couldn't resist jumping in.
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Queenie had to put in her two cents too.
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Pittsburgh Princess joined the conversation then, and the talk turned back to the half naked slave boys. After saying she had no preference, Queenie started spouting off details, and Princess added her details to the list.
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The girls went on to cheer her on, saying "go girl" and passing on words of encouragement because of her decision to give Kidd her yahoo ID. They also wanted her to let them know if he was as secretive in private as he was on the forum.
She was inclined to honor his request for privacy. The girls would be so disappointed.
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So loving this story T. I am surprised Jon hasn't sent Sam a message yet. Lol
ReplyDeleteHow did I miss this chapter?!?!
ReplyDeleteWelcome Queenie! Let the fun begin!