MamaToph

Lin thinks of her mother constantly.  She always has.  She has always possessed a secret, smug pride about her mother, not that she'd ever show it like she used to when she was young.  Being the Chief of Police requires, or required, a touch more restraint and gravitas.  But it is the thought of her mother, her pig-headed, boisterous, joking, fighting whirlwind of a mother that puts the steel in her spine, the stone in her expression, the flint in her eyes.  She raised Lin that way.  From the time Lin could barely walk, she knew what it meant to be a Bei Fong. Her mother would regale her with tales of her war-time adventures with her Uncle A