“It’s just around the corner, Ms. Plum.”
“The DA would call that unresponsive to the question.”
“Ten o’clock.”
“Then you’d better get to work.”
The boys disappeared upstairs, headed for Jamie’s room. Marvia took her own cup of coffee upstairs and set it on the night table. She was careful not to spill it on the telephone. She’d put in a second line, she had to be available for emergencies. It was an unlisted number but the dispatchers could reach her at any time.
Marvia realized that she hadn’t eaten a bit of the pizza. She pulled up her sweatshirt and looked at her belly. She sucked it in. She shouldn’t have to do that. She could do without pizza. Besides, being a cop didn’t mean you had to live on cop food.
She turned on her tuner and found the KRED signal. Lon Dayton’s OTR Heaven
