got up, turned and walked back toward the front of the station. Teresa ducked out of sight. As Vincent got into his truck, Selkirk, hunched over his Harley, screeched out of the station, tires smoking.
Vincent got in his truck and drove out of the station. Teresa sat in her car and banged the steering wheel.
What is wrong with you? You should have done something.
Chapter 7
Teresa parked near the Galleria and walked to the Good Earth Restaurant. For reasons she didn’t understand or wouldn’t admit, she always dressed carefully when having lunch with her mother.
She wore an Ann Taylor cream-colored silk suit, square-shouldered with slacks of the same material. The buttoned jacket covered a white silk camisole. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back and held in place with a mother-of-pearl bar and she had on low Italian shoes for which she had given the equivalent of a car payment. She wore nothing on her hands and simple pearl ear rings.
She stood very straight as she had been taught at the Police Academy. A young guy in his twenties wearing a green apron, stumbled in his haste to reach her first. She looked around the restaurant, searching for her mother.
“Hi! My name’s Jack. Is there anything I can do for you? Leap tall buildings? Slay a dragon? Buy the Hope Diamond?”
Teresa grinned. “The diamond sounds nice, but right now I’d be happy if I could find my mother.”
“No problem. I’ll just look for the second most beautiful woman in the known universe. Follow me, please!”
They located Teresa’s mother in the rear. After she was seated Teresa told her mother what the young guy said.
“He said you must be the second most beautiful woman in the known universe.”
She smiled. “Really? I wonder who’s number one?”
After the host left Mrs. Keely looked at her daughter with sharp, knowing eyes. “You look very elegant, dear. It would be nice to see you in real clothes all the time.”
“Don’t start, Mother. I’m not in the mood.”
“Okay, okay. So, what’s wrong, Teresa? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Why should anything be wrong?”
“C’mon, Teresa. I’m your mother, not your watch chieftain. I know!”
“That’s, Watch Commander, Mother.”
“Whatever.”
Mrs. Keely waited while Teresa tried to figure out what she wanted to say.
“All right, it’s not what you think, not the kind of problem you want to hear.”
“Don’t judge me, Teresa. I don’t like it any better than you.”
Teresa dipped her head, momentarily shamed.
“Sorry. I want to tell you about something strange, a puzzle. I should have done something. It’s not what I did, it’s what I didn’t do.”
“Oh, Teresa, for Pete’s sake! Get on with it!”
“All right. I came home from work the night before last, about nine o’clock. I’d left the window open in my bedroom. When I went to close it...”
Her mother listened with complete attention, occasionally murmuring an acknowledgment.
“...I should have reported it. I don’t know why I didn’t, why I haven’t.”
“Good Lord! That’s the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I know, Mother. It’s like the Peerson’s are his family. Such affection in his voice, yet with the biker, one tough S.O.B., and Mother, I know what tough is. The man in the tree made it look easy.”
“Sounds like two problems, Teresa. Your duty as a police officer and your instinct as a woman, forgive me for saying it, your heart. Don’t frown, Dear. Let me tell you something, if that happened to you when you were fourteen, and your father went out and took care of it, I’m not sure I’d want to know the details, but I’d be glad, very glad.”
Teresa drank her tea and nibbled at her salad. “I don’t know about heart, Mother.”
“Oh, I think you do, Teresa. If you didn’t you would have yanked him out of that tree and locked him up.”
Teresa thought about it for a long time.
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
Teresa drove down Magnolia Avenue toward the Burbank Police Headquarters. After she parked she got a large brief case from the trunk. She shut off the warning voices, all telling her she was making a big mistake, an illegal mistake.
As soon as she walked into the building she realized going there, dressed for success was foolish, like waving a red flag in front of a bunch of sex-crazed bulls.
The officers in the reception area stared, momentarily stunned, then clapped and whistled enthusiastically. One officer shouted at the top of his voice, “Viking lives!”
She couldn’t get angry, they were totally overt in their appreciation.”
She hurried from the records section. The last thing she wanted was to talk shop.
Rita sat in front of a large terminal, her nose nearly touching the glass.
“Hi, Rita.”
She turned around quick, peered nearsightedly. “Jesus! Teresa, you’re having a nooner? It’s not fair.”
“Don’t be an idiot. I had lunch with my mother, had to listen to that crap about my chosen profession for an hour.”
“She wanted you to get a ‘real’ job, right?”
Teresa chuckled. “Yeah, that’s the one. Did you get it?”
Rita rummaged through a stack of folders on her desk. “Yep, right here. C’mon, Teresa, just checking? What’s going on? This guy is something else. Christ! Some of it’s enough to make you weep. Guy’s life reads like a bad novel.”
“It’s police business, Rita. I’m playing a hunch.” The hunch part was right, but she wasn’t sure about the police business and that bothered her.
“Whatever you say.”
“Thanks, Rita. I owe you.” She put the folders in her briefcase and left.
Driving home from the station she felt an urgency to know the contents of the folders. The urge was overpowering. She almost pulled over and read the files beside the road.
She suppressed the urge. In her apartment, she stripped to briefs and a tee-shirt with a picture of a kangaroo and the words, ‘Australia is Just
