“I staggered into the kitchen, fumbled for the coffee filter, coffee and water, turned the coffee maker on then stood leaning against the sink with my forehead resting on the cabinet above, trying to convince myself I was still sleeping. When I figured there was enough coffee in the pot, I sloshed it into a cup, momentarily grateful I took it black and was therefore spared the complexities of adding cream and sugar. Then I somehow found my way to the bathroom to begin getting ready. It was going... to be a long, long day. * As early as it was, I was able to find a parking place with relative ease, and as I walked the half-block to Sandler’s Café, it suddenly occurred to me I’d never actually seen Lieutenant Richman and had no idea what he looked like. But for once, I wasn’t early, and I was fairly sure not that many uniformed police would be there having breakfast. I was right. When I entered, I immediately saw a really attractive guy wearing a police lieutenant’s uniform seated in a booth against the far wall.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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