His response earned him a Daisy-sized grin of pleasure and she nodded. "Is your mom like that?" She could see a harried redheaded woman fretting over Officer Rick's constant brushes with danger and her stomach did a small flip flop. So caught up in the fantasy of Officer Rick she needed a moment to catch his last remark.
"The rumors about people being murdered. Women being threatened. There's a woman on our floor -- her names is James, but don't let that fool you, she's a she -- was threatened." Daisy risked a bold glance at Rick's face, direct this time, searching for some hint of humor or amusement. Anything that would ease her anxieties about her possible murder.