“Peggy McSorlie dropped pancake batter into a hot pan. “I hope you don’t mind,” Cole said and made a beeline for the coffee pot. In a moment he had a cup full, with cream, just the way he liked it. It was half-past eight. Gord McSorlie was already at work in the yard. Cole sipped his coffee. “This detective work involves a lot of late-night snooping around.” Cole winked. “Just be careful about what you’re snooping around. Remember the old cliché, curiosity killed the cat?” “I’m very careful,” sa...id Cole with a grin. This PI work wasn’t too bad after all. He was almost looking forward to his day, something that hadn’t happened since he’d arrived in Oracle. Something that hadn’t happened for a long time, period. He rubbed his cheek. He needed a shave. Had to take better care of himself. Not let himself go to pot. He needed to stay sharp. A man’s future was at stake, after all, and so was an amazing landscape. Cole ate a stack of pancakes, and when he was done he cleared the table and washed the breakfast dishes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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