"Look, I won't make a habit of it, but I got the guy who killed Morty and I'm proud of that. And aren't you happy we got Toner?"
"You and Reheema could have been arrested, too! She's the one who got you into this."
"No, she didn't," Vicki said, defensive. "If anything, I got her into it."
"I don't like her. The woman is hostile."
"I like her. Hostility is part of her charm."
After a minute, Dan said, "Vick?"
"What?"
"Your behavior was really inappropriate."
Vicki smiled. "You sound like the school principal."
"Maybe because I am. Or at least, I will be."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not supposed to say."
"Tell me. What's going on?" Vicki lifted her head and looked up at Dan, and in the semidarkness, his lips were curving into a mysterious smile.
"Well, some promotions are in the wings. It's unofficial now, but they're going to announce it on Monday, to the office and the press."
"Announce what?" Vicki shifted excitedly onto her elbow, and Dan was already propping himself up on a pillow.
"I'm going to be the new chief."
"You! Congratulations!" Vicki's heart filled and she reached for Dan, and he hugged her back warmly.
"Isn't that amazing?"
"It's great!"
"I get a raise, too, three grand." Dan grinned. "There's a transition period. The promotion becomes effective a month from next week."
"What's happening to Bale?"
"He's gonna be the new U.S. Attorney."
"Wow! No wonder Strauss thanked him at the conference."
Dan nodded. "Strauss told me he's setting up the press."
"And Strauss is going to be what?"
"He's about to be nominated to the Third Circuit. They've been talking about it behind the scenes for months."
"You're kidding! I had heard that was what he wanted."
"Yeah, and with the bust today, he was told it's been put on the front burner and he'll be confirmed with no problem. I think he's heading for the Supremes, but I don't know."
"Well, good for him. Dan, jeez! You, chief?" Vicki began to process the news. "Wait, does that mean I'm sleeping with my boss?"
"Honestly, yes. If we keep this up." Dan's smile faded, and Vicki felt a note of worry.
"What do you mean, if? Of course we'll keep it up. We love each other."
"I'm not saying I want to give you up. I just got you."
"Me, too. I mean, me, neither!" Vicki was too tired to think. She hadn't slept in twenty-odd hours. Her eyelids felt suddenly leaden, but it could have been a stress reaction. "We can keep these things separate. Love and work, you need both."
"In the same place? What about the way it looks? There'll be gossip."
Vicki didn't like his tone of voice. She wished it weren't so dark so she could see his face more clearly. "They gossiped about us when you were married, too. Who cares about gossip anyway?"
"We both do. People don't know about us now, but I have discretion, as Chief, in giving out cases. Promotions, raises. It'll look like I'm favoring you."
"Well, you won't." Vicki felt her heart tug. "What, do you stop loving me when you get a promotion?"
"No, of course not," Dan answered softly. "I do love you, sweetie." He reached for Vicki and pulled her close, where she burrowed back into his chest, reclaiming him. He sighed. "Look, let it go, for now. This was an endless day, and I have no idea when was the last time you slept. Let's just get some rest."
"I can't sleep after this!"
"Yes, you can. You're beat." Dan shifted down in bed, still holding Vicki, and pulled the comforter over them both. "Just go to sleep and don't worry about a thing."
"I am worried."
"Everything's gonna be all right," Dan said, kissing her head. "Good night."
"Good night," Vicki said, but she was remembering something about relationships. Men always slept better after a fight. In fact, a good fight was like Tylenol P.M. for men. She tried to relax and kept watching the sky to see if the stars came out. But they didn't.
The next time Vicki opened her eyes was 9:17 at night. The bedroom was dark and quiet except for the hissing of the radiator and Dan's regular breathing. The cat wasn't in her spot any longer, but had left for her nightly walkabout, which included scratching noisy newspaper, crawling into noisy shopping bags, and meowing out the window, noisily, at streetlights. Vicki liked Zoe, but stepcats had their drawbacks.
She turned over and remembered what she and Dan had been talking about just before they'd fallen asleep. She turned and tried to put it out of her mind, without success. She got up, went to the bathroom, then came back to bed, sat down carefully, and watched Dan sleep the peaceful sleep of the newly promoted.
I love you, sweetie.
Vicki felt nervous, worried, hungry, and disoriented. She had been up and active for so many nights, she'd become as nocturnal as Zoe. She found herself wondering what Reheema was doing. They hadn't spoken since the morning. She looked down at Dan, arms thrown up behind his head, and knew she'd never fall back to sleep. If she went back to bed, she'd just wake him. She needed to think, and she needed a friend. So she got up, got dressed, and left her new boss a note on the pillow.
An hour later, Vicki was back in her beloved Cabrio, listening idly to KYW radio's continuous loop of coverage of what they were calling the Toys "R" Us Arrests and the Major Drug Bust. The mayor was quoted at length, then Strauss, on audiotape, and Vicki was enjoying hearing great things about truth, justice, and the American way when she remembered something she had forgotten.
She fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone, bypassing that pesky gun from the night before. She found the cell, flipped it open with a thumbnail, and pressed speed dial for her parents' home number, so it didn't look like she was playing favorites by picking one cell or the other. She had a fifty-fifty chance. The phone stopped ringing and the call connected.
"Mom?" Vicki asked, hopefully.
"Hello, honey!"
Yes! "Just wanted to say hi. I figured you guys would have seen me on the news. We arrested the man who killed my partner, the ATF agent."
"Yes! It was very exciting!" Her mother sounded genuinely happy, and in the background, Ruby the Insane Corgi barked and barked. "What a wonderful result, and you looked so nice up there. Your shoes were perfect."
"They always are." Vicki smiled. This phone call would be easy, because the party line was completely sanitized. This time the United States Attorney was lying to Vicki's parents, though she welcomed the help.
"Hold on a sec. I'll get your father on the extension."
No! The only thing worse than her father on the phone was her father on the extension. Her mother covered the phone while she called for him, and he picked up after a traffic light changed to green.
"Victoria?" her father said. Now there was barking in stereo.
"Yes, hi. I just wanted to say hello, and tell you things are going well. I guess you saw the press conference and the news."
"Yes, I read the account online, too. Sounds very interesting, and the phones have been ringing at the office all day. Harry and Janet Knowles, you know what nice people they are, called and so did Maureen Thompson and Gail Graves."
Their client family. "That's nice."
"Also her sister, Lynne Graves Stephenson, you remember her, from Chester County. Will Donato called, too, and one other. Oh yes, Karen Abdalla-Oliver and Mama Jean Bright-cliff."
You sure that's everybody?
"And Phyllis Banks, from South Philly."
"South Philly Phil?" Vicki smiled at the memory. She missed Phyllis.