"Hey Cap, did you miss me?" Chris asked as he made his way into his captain's office.
"Are you kidding me Lorenzo? I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow, so imagine my surprise when I get a call from Manning telling me your under cover gig finished up this morning. I had no idea you could be so competent."
"Yeah, well sometimes I even surprise myself."
"As soon as your partner gets back from where ever she went, come back and fill us both in, until then go find some work to do, we don't shut down just because you get called in for some cushy vice job."
"I missed you too, Cap." he said, grinning.
"Yeah, yeah. Close the door on your way out."
He obediently closed the door and left his Captain's office, still grinning in triumph. Captain Lipschitz was incredibly easy to irritate, and when ever the opportunity arose, Chris jumped on it immediately. This time he had gotten called in by vice in Miami to help out in an under cover drug bust. It had lasted almost a week and he had left right in the middle of five active cases, leaving Rita and Cap to finish them for him. His leaving was apparently still annoying Cap, who had been powerless to stop it and Chris for one was not going to make it easier for him, he was having way too much fun.
On his way back to his own office (well that wasn't entirely accurate, he shared an office with Rita, but was half his), he stopped by the desk of Sgt. Kyle Brown, the department's newest homicide detective. "Kyle, have you seen Rita?"
"Hey, Lieutenant, I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow."
"We finished early, and I just got back, so have you seen Rita?"
"Yeah, she went down to Records about twenty minutes ago. She should be back soon."
"Thanks Kyle. So what are you working on?"
"The Lewis case. You know, the one where the the jealous husband cut up his wife and fed her to the family tiger. His lawyer's pleading insanity so they want copies of all the interrogations to see if he ever acted crazy with us. I'm going over them now."
"That sounds like fun. I knew there was a reason I wasn't too upset about being promoted. I'll see you later."
"Sure thing, Lieutenant."
He continued making his way to his office, saying hello to everyone along the way, he certainly wasn't in any hurry to get back to work. When he finally got there and let himself in he noticed the huge stacks of files on his desk. Deciding that it was much too cluttered to work on, he selected a few of the files and sat down at his partner's desk instead. It annoyed him how Rita always managed to keep her desk neat and clean, no matter how busy she was. Oh well, he thought, it was also very convenient, especially when she wasn't around. He started getting caught up on the week's work he had missed.
She was so engrossed with the file she was reading that she didn't even notice him sitting at her desk until he started talking to her.
"Hey, you. It's about time you showed up, I've been back for almost thirty minutes all ready."
She looked up at him, slightly confused, "You're back? I thought you were supposed to finish up tomorrow at the earliest."
"Well I finished early, I can be very efficient when I want to be." he said with a confident smile. She put down the file she was reading and walked over to him.
"I see." she replied, now smiling. "I'm glad you're back. I missed you."
"I missed you too." he said, pulling her into his lap and kissing her.
"So tell me something, Sam," she said, pulling away and caressing his cheek, "why are you sitting at my desk? And don't tell me it's because your desk to too messy."
He smiled at her, knowing he had been caught. "Well it's your fault. You should have done more of my paper work, then my desk wouldn't be as crowded and I could have sat there instead of here."
"You are too funny. You do your own paper work."
"Okay, I'll do it. Later." he said, leaning in to kiss her again. She didn't protest.
They were interrupted a few minutes later by the shrill ringing of her phone. Disappointed but unfazed, she reached over and picked it up. "Lieutenant Lance. Hey, Cap. Yeah, I'm back. Yeah, he's here. No, he didn't tell me that. Okay, we'll be right there." She hung up the phone and looked accusingly at her husband. "Were we supposed to go to Cap's office as soon as I got back?"
"Uh, yeah, we were." He realized that there was no way he would be able to talk his way out this one.
"And why didn't we?"
"Um, I got kind of distracted," he said, as more of a question then a statement.
"Distracted? I don't think so. We talked about this and you know the rule. At work, it's business before pleasure," she said, attempting to be stern but smiling the entire time.
"Sorry, mom. I'll be better next time," he said, kissing her yet again.
She pushed him away. "See that you are. Now let's go, Cap is waiting and he's getting more and more impatient every second." she said, getting up and walking toward the door.
"I'm coming." "You two are like a couple of teenagers. I suggest you invest in some blinds for the door to your office. The entire department can see in there, you know." Rita stopped and turned to Chris, a stunned expression on her face. "I'm going to kill you." "Well you can't do it yet, I have too much paperwork, remember? Plus, there would be too many witnesses, and they're cop witnesses too," he replied, a smile on his face. He pushed her toward Cap's office and turned to Kyle "What's wrong with you, you want to get me in trouble?" He waited for a response but got nothing but laughter. Laughing a little himself, he followed Rita into Cap's office. Chris had been chosen to go undercover because he had never had contact with the suspected dealer before, Thomas Quinn. He had gone in as a potential buyer, and Quinn had liked him from the beginning. Vice had been after him for several months, and through the course of their investigation they had learned that the FBI was also after him, he had information about big suppliers from Cuba and Columbia. So, in a somewhat coordinated effort, they went after him, with Palm Beach PD leading the way. Once Chris was in the rest was easy. Quinn had no desire to spend the best years of his life in jail and was eager to cut a deal. He would be given immunity, in exchange for information and testimony on his suppliers. He was in custody and would be handed over to the FBI the next day. As with most big time drug dealers who decided to squeal, his life was in grave danger so his location was being kept a secret. After the briefing Chris returned to his paper work and Rita returned to hers. That was the one disadvantage of the promotion they had each received. There was always an unbearable amount of paper work to be done. It bothered them somewhat, but the promotion also meant more manageable hours, and less immediate physical danger. They still investigated homicide cases every now and then, but for the most part they were happy with simply supervising other homicide detectives. Rita looked up from her work and glanced at her watch, and then at her husband. "Sam, are you almost done? It's six o'clock all ready." "No, I've got another hour's worth of stuff to do. I told you that you should have done it while I was gone." he said, looking at her momentarily and smiling. She smiled back, "I'm going to go and pick up Kristen. What do you want for dinner?" "It doesn't matter. What ever you want." She walked over to him and ruffled his hair. "I'll see you at home, okay?" "Yep, I'll be there as soon as I can." He looked up at her and she gave him a kiss. "Bye," she said, still smiling "See Ya." They had been home for less than an hour when she heard Chris unlock the door and walk into the apartment. "Anybody here?" he called. "We're in here, Sam. We'll be out in a second." Rita called from Kristen's room. She turned her attention back to her daughter. "Your daddy's home. Should we go and see him? I think we should. Come on." She picked up Kristen and they made their way to the living room. As soon as he saw them, a huge smile spread across his face. They were the two most important people in his life, and he had missed them. He reached for his daughter, and Rita handed her over. "Hey little girl. Did you miss me? I missed you." He gave her a big, wet kiss and she laughed. "Hey, what about me?" asked Rita, with a feigned look of hurt on her face. "I all ready told you I missed you." "Yeah, but now the entire Palm Beach Police Homicide Department isn't watching." "Good point," he said as he leaned in to kiss her. "How was that?" he asked. "Much better," she replied, smiling. "Good. So, what's for dinner? I'm starving." "You're always starving. And we all ready ate. Didn't we, Kristen?" she took the child back and continued "There's some pizza left, covered with anchovies." "Oh you are so funny. Ha ha." After he had finished off the pizza, they started watching a basketball game. Michigan was losing to Michigan State. Rita found the whole thing incredibly boring and fell asleep about ten minutes into the second half. She woke up some time later and found that Chris was still watching the game. She moved over, closer to him and put her head on his shoulder. "Are they still losing?" she asked, a hint of sleepiness in her voice. "They are no longer losing. They have officially lost." he said as he watched the last five seconds tick off the clock. He turned off the TV and sighed. "Well, I'm just glad to see that the game was exciting enough to keep everyone awake," she said, pointing to Kristen who had been playing quietly by her self. At some point, though, she had fallen asleep. Chris chuckled softly and then turned back to Rita. "I have an idea." "You do? You didn't hurt yourself did you?" she asked with concern. "Very funny. Now, since Kristen has decided to go to bed early, what do you say that we go to bed early too." he asked with a devilish grin on his face. "Bed? What exactly did you have in mind?" she replied, also smiling. "Well, how about I show you? You go and get into bed, I will put Kristen in her bed, and then I will join you. Sound good?" "Sounds perfect." She got up and kissed him quickly before disappearing down the hall. He got up and got Kristen, and, being very careful not to wake her, proceeded into her room. He put her in her crib, kissed her goodnight, and closed the door on his way out. He went back to the living room and turned off the lights and locked the front door. He then made his way back to their bedroom. He walked in and noticed immediately that Rita was in bed, asleep. He laughed, amused and disappointed at the same time. Determined not to let it bother him, he changed his clothes and got into bed next to her. She immediately rolled over and wrapped her arms around him, still very much asleep. He sighed and was soon asleep himself. She heard the alarm clock go off and she heard him roll over to shut it off. Then she felt him roll back over and put his arm around her waist, falling back asleep almost instantly. Then she remembered the night before. She turned over to face him. "Did I fall asleep?" she asked in amazement. Without even opening his eyes he replied, very sleepily "Yeah, you did." "Oh Sam I'm so sorry. I must have been more tired than I thought. I didn't get much sleep while you were gone. I've gotten kind of used to falling asleep next to you, you know?" she looked very upset, ready to say anything to make amends. "It's okay Sam, don't worry about it." He still had his eyes closed. "I am worried about it." It was now obvious to him that he wasn't going to be getting the extra five minutes of sleep he had been hoping for so he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Really, it's okay. But if you're really worried about it, then you can make it up to me tonight. Okay?" He smiled at her, trying to assure her that it really was okay, he had been pretty tired himself, not that he would ever admit that to her. "Or..." she started, with a hint of mischief in her voice, "I could make up to you right now." She kissed him once on the lips and then proceeded to his cheek and neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. "Would you like that?" she asked as she rolled on top of him and continued her assault even further downward. "Uh, yeah, I think I'd like that," he replied, suddenly forgetting how tired he had been. But before he could do anything else, they heard Kristen start to cry. They both stopped what they were doing and sighed. "Well, so much for that idea. I'll go and get her." Rita said, obviously very frustrated. "No, I'll go and get her. You take the first shower." He was frustrated too, but not nearly as much as she was. He looked at her and tried to get her to relax. "And make sure you use all the hot water, I need a cold shower." She looked at him and smiled. "That didn't take long. I must be pretty good, huh?" "Well that, and I haven't seen a woman in almost a week," he said, grinning at her. She hit him in the head with a pillow and got up. ************************************************************************* Before they even had a chance to walk through the palm tree doors, they heard Cap yelling at them. "Lance, Lorenzo! Get in here!" "That has got to be some kind of record, he's yelling at us before we even get in the door. What could we possibly have done this early in the morning?" Chris asked, walking quickly toward the door to Cap's office. "All right you two, sit down." They immediately did as they were told and Cap continued. "I got some bad news. Thomas Quinn was found dead this morning, inside his hotel room." "Thomas Quinn?" Chris asked in disbelief. "That's the guy we busted while I was undercover. He was going to testify about his suppliers. I thought we had him in protective custody. What happened?" "We did have him in protective custody, that's the problem. He was at the Royal Palm Hotel. Apparently only three people were supposed to know about it, two guards and Lieutenant Manning. I guess a police escort and guards gave him away. They were going to transport him to Tallahassee today. The killer took out the two guards at the door, then broke down the door and got Quinn. The ME's all ready on the scene. You two need to go and check it out. Now get out of my office. Go, Go!" "Okay, we're going. We're going." They both got up quickly and left. The Royal Palm Hotel was one of the nicest in Palm Beach. Thomas Quinn had been staying on the tenth floor, with no balcony. When the two detectives arrived, several officers were all ready there, as well as a few FBI agents. Keisha had been there, finished, and left before they arrived. "Are you Lieutenant Lorenzo?" one of them asked Chris. "Yeah, I am. And this is my partner Lieutenant Lance. Who are you?" "Special Agent Anthony DePaula, we'll being working together on this." He extended his hand and Chris reluctantly took it. "I understand that this may technically still be in your jurisdiction since Quinn had yet to be handed over to us, but we were assured the full cooperation of your department. I'll try not to get in your way, I'm sure you are very capable of doing your job." Before Chris could come up with any kind of response, another agent walked up to them and started talking in the direction of DePaula. "Well, it seems pretty cut and dry. Luckily the hotel has security cameras everywhere. We got clean shots of him coming and going. Now all we have to do is find him." "Find who, exactly?" asked Rita, all ready finding this woman irritating. "Oh, detectives," interrupted DePaula, "this is my partner, Special Agent Dana Alexander. These are Detectives Lorenzo and Lance." "Nice to meet you," she said more to Chris than to Rita, while extending her hand to him. "Nice to meet you too," he responded. Rita cleared her throat and replied, "Yes, it certainly is nice to meet you." She extended her hand to the Special Agent, who reluctantly let go of Chris' hand to take Rita's. After a few tense moments, Chris broke the silence. "So, who is it we're looking for?" Dana then resumed with the speech she had started earlier. "Well, as I was saying, this seems to be pretty cut and dry. We have clear shots of the guy coming and going from hotel surveillance tapes. We'll have a picture to work with shortly. I don't know who he is exactly, I've never seen him before." "How did you get the surveillance tapes?" Rita asked rather accusingly, "Your partner just informed us that we would be running this investigation, not you." Well, I was just trying to be helpful. We want this guy just as badly as you do, besides we were informed that we would have full cooperation from your end." In the interest of keeping blood from being shed, Agent DePaula spoke up, "We'll just leave you two alone now. We've gotten everything we need. Let us know if you find anything, and we'll fax you anything we get off the surveillance tape." He quickly led his partner toward the door, and out of the room. "Can you believe the nerve of that woman? She acted like she was running the entire investigation. I can't believe Cap didn't warn us about the FBI's involvement," Rita said as soon as the two agents were out of ear shot. "Give her a break Rita, she was just trying to help. You heard Anthony, they realize it's still our case and their going to stay out of the way. And right now, I think any kind of help would be nice, it's not like our case load is that small at the moment," Chris said as they walked in the direction of the three covered bodies. "Yeah right, I'm sure she'd love to give you all the help she can manage," Rita responded as they looked at the bodies of the guards. "What do you mean by that?" Chris asked, without a clue. "Oh please. Are you going to stand there and tell me that you didn't know she was hitting on you?" Rita asked in disbelief. "She was not, she was being polite." Chris responded as they looked over Quinn's body. Rita gave him a dirty look but decided to take it up at a later time, like it or not they had a murder to solve. Chris ignored her look and summed up the scene, which they had been inspecting while they had been arguing. "Well, it is cut and dry. Single shot to the back of the head for each of them, looks like a .32 but we'll talk to Keisha. Door was kicked in, no mystery there. The room's not trashed, I don't think the killer was looking for anything but Quinn. I think we're done here." He looked quickly at Rita who said "Yeah, that sounds right." "All right guys, you can take them out," Chris finished, nodding to the men waiting to take the bodies to the morgue. "You ready?" he asked Rita. "Yeah, I'm ready, let's go." They returned to the station and started working on other cases and reports, they really couldn't do anything with the Quinn case until the picture from the security camera or the autopsies were completed. Just before one o'clock Special Agent Alexander made a repeat appearance. She inquired with the desk sergeant as to where she might find Detective Lorenzo and the desk sergeant pointed to their office door. She thanked the sergeant and made her way to the office. "Detective Lorenzo," she said as she walked in without knocking, "and Detective Lance," she added as an afterthought when she noticed Rita was in the office as well. "I just stopped by to give this to you," she said, handing Chris a folder. "It's the picture off the security camera and the file for the guy in the picture." Rita walked over to Chris' desk and took the picture while Chris looked over the file. "Where did you get a file? I thought you said you didn't recognize the guy." Rita asked, looking at the picture. "Well, I didn't recognize him but one of the other agents working on this case did. His name is Mateo Fernandez It turns out he works for a guy named Perez as a driver and part time hit man. Perez was the supplier Quinn was going to testify about," she explained. They both inspected the file and the picture quickly. Then Chris turned his attention to Detective Alexander. "Thanks for bringing this by, I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience for you." "It was nothing, I was just on my way to lunch and I thought I would stop by here and see you first." "What a coincidence. Detective Lance and I were just about to go get some lunch too. Weren't we Rita?" he said, looking at his rather stunned wife. "Yeah we were," she managed to say. "Would you like to join us, Detective Alexander?" Chris asked, knowing Rita would kill him later but he was having fun with her jealousy and this opportunity was too good to pass up. "Sure, that would be great. As long as you don't mind," she said, looking at Rita who was looking at Chris who was looking down at his desk with a wicked smile on his face. "No, of course I don't mind," Rita replied with a smile. "Great. Since we're all in agreement, let's go. I'll buy," Chris stated, much to Rita's surprise
"You'll what?" she asked as Chris led her toward the door, following Detective Alexander who had all ready made it to the swinging palm tree doors. "I'll buy," Chris repeated. Rita looked at him, her face full of doubt and surprise. Noting her look he continued, "It's not everyday that I get to take two beautiful women out to lunch to fight over me." "Oh please. I can't believe you invited her to lunch. I don't think I'll be able to sit through a meal listening to her flirt with you, it's disgusting. And, while we're on the subject, why are you encouraging her?" Rita asked, getting madder by the second. They continued to follow Alexander down the hall and out of the station. "I'm not encouraging her, and besides you're cute when you're jealous. She doesn't know we're married," Chris tried to explain logically. "I am not jealous. And the only reason she doesn't know we're married is because you haven't told her," Rita pointed out, getting even madder. "Why is it my responsibility to tell her? And when was I supposed to make that announcement? 'Hi, I'm Detective Lorenzo and this is my partner Detective Lance. By the way, we're married so don't get any ideas.' I don't think that would have been appropriate, do you? And besides, if you didn't insist that I introduce you as Detective Lance, there wouldn't be a problem," Chris said, now getting mad himself. "Okay, fine I'll give you that, but now you have the perfect opportunity to tell her, you're taking her out to lunch," Rita said, calming down slightly. "Okay, I'll tell her. All you had to do was ask," Chris said as the evil smile returned to his face. "And, by the way, you are jealous," he finished just as Detective Alexander stopped ahead of them and waited by her car. Rita opened her mouth but didn't have time to respond before the Special Agent spoke up. "So where are we going?" she asked. "How about The Roach Coach?" Chris asked. "Just follow us. I think you'll like it." "I doubt that very much, Sam," Rita said smiling as she got in the car without looking at the offensive woman. They made it to The Roach Coach without any more arguing and after they all got their food, they sat down. "So Detective Alexander, how long have you been working on this case?" Chris asked, attempting to be civil. "Please, call me Dana," she said, with a bright smile. Rita rolled her eyes. "I've been working on this particular case for two and a half years. We couldn't believe it when your supervisor called us and said that you had a lead on the Perez case. Getting Quinn was the first big break we've had. If we don't get his killer, we'll have nothing again." "Well I'm sure we'll get him," Chris said. "I'm sure you will, I've heard that you're the best detective in the department," she said, still smiling broadly. "Well, I wouldn't say that." He looked at Rita, and put his arm around her. "I would say that we are the best team in the department, at least we were until we got promoted. We only work a few cases now, mostly we deal with all the paperwork," Chris explained. "It can get pretty boring at times, but at least we still get to work together." Rita smiled slightly. "How long have you two been partners?" Detective Alexander asked, slightly confused as to where Chris was going with his explanation. "Well, we were homicide partners for about five years before Chris got a new partner. I got promoted a little while after that," Rita started. "Chris was promoted six or seven months after me. We're not technically partners anymore, but we're both Chief of Detectives and we work together on some cases when there are no other detectives available." "So if you guys were such a great team, why did they give Chris a new partner?" Rita smiled at this question, and waited for Chris to give the answer she had been waiting for. Chris smiled also, and tried to come up with right words. "Well, because the department has a rule that says partners can't get married, especially without telling anyone first." "Oh," Detective Alexander said, still not quite sure what he had just told her, and then, as she figured it out, "You guys are married?" "Yes, we are," Rita said in triumph. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea. You said you were Detective Lance, it never even occurred to me that you could be married." Chris smiled at this, his argument had been right. "Detective Lance and Mrs. Lorenzo. I only use Lance in the office. I thought it might be awkward to say 'I'm Detective Lorenzo and this is my partner, Detective Lorenzo," Rita said, explaining the confusion. "I'm just glad you told me. I was ready to ask you out after lunch," Detective Alexander said, looking at Chris. After they had returned from lunch they had gone back to their work without another word about Dana, as Special Agent Alexander insisted they call her. They first stopped by the Perez house to chat with him. They got nothing out of him, which was not surprising. They had waited the rest of the day to hear from the ME, but Keisha was backed up and wouldn't able to do the autopsies until the next day. They put a surveillance team outside Perez's house, but doubted Ferenandez would return there. They had Sgt. Brown and his partner, Elizabeth Green, doing some investigating, but they had nothing so far. They didn't have any other leads and were still trying to figure out what their next move would be. Without any ideas or anything else to wait for, they had left early. When they had gotten home, Rita had insisted that she was still a little upset at the events that had transpired that day. Chris had decided that she wasn't really mad, she was just a little jealous. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be mad at you when you're doing that?" Rita asked, smiling in spite of herself "Yep, I do," Chris replied as he continued to kiss her neck. "Well then stop, I'm trying to do the dishes," she said, while not making any effort to actually stop him. He stopped kissing her but didn't move, he instead wrapped his arms around her waist. "Why are you still mad at me?" "Because," she started, without turning around, "you embarrassed me. How do you think it made me feel to have to watch you flirt with that woman?" "I didn't mean to make you upset. I was just having fun. And besides, I wasn't flirting with her, she was flirting with me." He started nuzzling her neck. Rita smiled and turned around to face him. "I thought you said you were doing it to make me jealous." "Did I say that?" he asked with a look of mock surprise on his face. "I think it was implied," Rita said, still waiting for a more complete explanation. "Okay, maybe it was to make you jealous but what's wrong with that? You are the one who gets upset when I'm jealous. I just thought you should see how it feels," he said with the classic puppy dog look in his eyes. "Okay I forgive you. I can't be mad at you when you look at me like that. But if you ever make me listen to her flirt with you again, it will be that last thing you ever do," Rita said, now with a smile on her face. "Deal." He smiled too and leaned in for a kiss. Rita moaned at the contact and wrapped her arms around his neck. After they had indulged each other with an incredibly passionate kiss for a few minutes, Chris decided to move things along. He slowly pulled her blouse out of her jeans and ran his hands up her bare back. She moaned again, but this time pulled away. "I have to finish the dishes first," she almost whispered with a smile. Chris groaned with regret. "Why do we have a dishwasher if you have to wash the dishes first anyway?" "To irritate you," she said. She kissed him and turned back around. "Fine but as soon as you're done, I'm coming after you," he said. "I'll look forward to it," she said, still smiling. Before Chris could come up with anything else to say, Kristen started crying from her room. "But before you come after me, why don't you go and see what's wrong with your daughter." "I'm going, I'm going," he said, finally letting go of her waist and going to see what was wrong with his daughter. As it turned out, Kristen didn't feel like sleeping for very long intervals that night. She would sleep for twenty minutes or so and then wake up screaming. So, as usual, Chris and Rita took turns trying to get her to sleep, while getting no sleep themselves. By the time they had managed to get her to really go to sleep, it was past three o'clock in the morning. When Rita came into the bedroom after checking on Kristen one last time she found Chris sprawled across the bed, sound asleep and snoring softly. "Hey you, move over," she said, walking over to the side of the bed and rubbing his shoulder. He obediently rolled over to his side of bed, still asleep. Rita laughed to herself and crawled into bed next to him. She pulled the covers up over both of them and turned off her light. She fell asleep herself in a matter of minutes. "It has nothing to do with that, trust me. I would much rather be tired from that kind of late night. Kristen didn't feel like getting any sleep last night, so neither did we," Rita explained, rubbing her eyes and reaching for her cup of coffee. "Welcome to the joys of parenting. Wait until she gets to the terrible twos, you'll wish you never even thought of having children," Keisha said with a grin. "Why don't I remember you telling me this before I had a baby?" "Because the good parts greatly outweigh the bad parts, don't worry she'll have to sleep eventually," she said with a reassuring smile. "Yeah, they only problem is she gets to sleep all day so she can stay up all night. So to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" 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"Wow, that husband of yours must have kept you up late night last night," Keisha said, walking into the office and finding Rita asleep at her desk. She walked over and laughed as Rita woke up. "I thought Chris got back two days ago. I would have expected this yesterday morning but not today."