It's not like home." Wes had gone straight home from his meeting with Florence, microwaved dinner, drunk two beers and called his mother. All he'd said was that both Florence and Frank Sunomoka had cautioned him about becoming too closely involved with his training officer. He sat at the kitchen counter with the Princess phone tucked under his chin. "You should always be faithful to your partner. He's not on the take is he?" "No, no." "There's nothing worse than a crooked cop." "He's not crooked, Mom. He's more…" "What, dear? What is he?" "Well, he's not very, uh, fastidious about certain fine points." "I see. Do they really matter? These fine points?" "They could get me fired." Wes could hear his mother silently complete the sentence, 'And quit this ridiculous TV cop show fantasy and return home to Boston where you belong.' "You know what I mean. Does your partner's lack of…what's his name by the way?" "Bell." "Does Officer Bell's lack of fastidiousness tend to clarify or obfuscate the essential truth of the situation?" Wes ran his hand through his hair.
