"Up yours Morgan." she glared.

"You two knock it off! You're supposed to be adults." Cooper said sternly. "We'll see you again tomorrow Amy." he said. She nodded and they drove off in different directions.

She was mad at herself, for failing to tempt Manuel into grabbing her. This was her big break with the department. She was getting to old to pass as a teenager, and if she didn't manage to make full detective soon, she'd wind up in a patrol car somewhere, breaking up domestic fights.

She parked the car outside her condo and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She stopped to check her mail, opening it as she walked. Another letter from her Mother! That woman! She called Amy every second day on the phone, and still had to send her a letter every week!

She couldn't understand why Amy wasn't married to a Lawyer and pushing out babies by now. Amy sighed and leafed through the rest of her mail as she unlocked her door. All bills, except for a come on that said she had already won a million dollars, maybe. She snorted and pushed the door closed behind her.

She flicked on the TV as she passed, then went into her room to change. She donned a pair of black silk pajamas and then went into the kitchen.

Normally she'd have made something to eat, but she'd eaten so much at the party she wasn't hungry. She pulled a bottle of spring water from her fridge and then went back into the living room to watch the news.

She grinned at the image she presented. A real yuppie! She shook her head. It wasn't that long ago she was in danger of being arrested herself. She used to run with a pretty wild bunch, that was always getting into trouble.

The only trouble she'd been caught for had been a little shoplifting that had been erased from her record when she'd turned eighteen.

Still, she remembered the wild parties, the drugs and sex, and multicolored, multi shaped sexual partners she'd had. One time, her Mother had come home early from work and found Amy on the living room floor with a couple of boyfriends.