Quadruplets Make Six

As soon as the words left my mouth, I thought of that sexy voice on the phone. Of course, with my luck it would happen he didn’t match the voice at all. But I was still hopeful, and kept it in my imagination.

“Oh, Rose. See, if you would go out with me…” she sang.

“Oh no, nice try.”

We laughed together.

“We should get back to work. Our ten minutes of normalcy are up.” I hopped off the bed and stretched out; my yawn was wildlife-worthy.

“Ugh. Let’s go.”

As soon as we got back out, we were separated by a group of construction workers that got caught in a bad crane accident. Luckily, there were only external injuries. Just sutures, and keeping them calm. It would have been nice if they were all hot, sexy construction workers. But they weren’t. I sighed in exaggeration multiple times.

Hours later my shift was done, and I was headed to the precinct. I was practically bouncing on the subway on the ride there. I was nervous. Well, anxious mostly. I had no idea what I was walking into, and no idea how much of a role I would one day have to play. I hoped to just make a statement and never be bothered ever again.

“Hi, I need to see Detective Alex Jordan.” I tried to ignore the way his name rolled off my tongue. Similar to the way the young lady at the desk was ignoring me. Seriously, she barely even looked legal.

“What for?” She popped her gum and flipped her papers over like she was actually working. Maybe she was a volunteer or something. Her fresh highlights and French nails told me this was just a job to pay the bills and keep her happy.

“I need to make a statement. He knows I’m coming.” My patience was running very thin and I was dead on my feet.

“I’m sure he does.” She murmured in a way she must have thought I wouldn’t hear. Little did she know, I had keen hearing because of my job. I scowled and ignored it though.

She pulled out her cell phone and did some tapping, and I realized she must be mad about something. Maybe she was just having a bad day.

“Look, just go in the squad room and you’ll find him. He looks like Don Flack, you know the show?” Her waxed eyebrow raised and pointed me in the right direction. I nodded; CSI: NY was one of my favorites.

“Thanks.”

I clutched my cross-body purse and took the sharp left. The room was huge, and there were desks everywhere. I had never seen a police station in person, but I didn’t have much time to appreciate the décor before I started scanning the room for the detective. If he looked anything like the receptionist’s description…

“Do you know where I can find Detective Alex Jordan?” I asked the first person I saw.

A cop with a donut in his hand—just kidding, he had a manila folder. Though it would have been more exciting if he had a donut.

“Uh, yeah. His new office is down there.” He rolled his eyes and pointed just past me.

Why was everyone so annoyed with him? What the hell was I getting myself into? I wondered as I walked down to his office.

It was an old wooden door with a fuzzy screen that had the name scratched off. I guessed this guy didn’t want to be found. I knocked, and took a few steadying breaths before I heard him.

“Come in.”

And then I saw him.

First thing I did was wish I had changed my clothes. Or did something with my hair. But as it had it, I was in scrubs with blood stains on the hem of my shirt, my hair an awful mess of a bun; and he was leaning on his desk in slacks, a vest, and a crisp white dress shirt. In the face, he did look like Don Flack. But better; his jaw line was harder, his hair even more wavy and finger-combable—a beautiful brown color. His eyes, even in the dim lighting, were obviously gray and intense.

“Hello?”

Goodness. He asked me something. What was it?

“Oh, I’m Rose Camden.”

His eyes widened in shock and then his face softened in understanding. He set down the folder he was holding and stood up. Oh boy, he was so tall and imposing. He damn near took up the entire room. Well, his aura did. He was built like a son of Atlantis or something; broad shoulders, strong arms…wait, he had asked me something again.

“Are you alright, Miss Camden?”

“Oh, uh—in theory. You can call me Rose. I just came in to make that statement. Though I’m not sure how much help I will be. The whole thing is kind of a blur, and I haven’t really been myself since. Okay, I’m rambling.” I laughed nervously, but my throat was so closed up with nerves it was hard.