Chapter 19
Later that morning, after a hearty breakfast and small talk, they both left for work.
“Promise me you'll call later,” Rose commanded while straitening his collar.
Kissing her lightly, “It'll be the best part of my day,” he said, and then saluted.
It was eight fifteen when he walked into the office. “Good morning Trish. Any messages?”
“Detective knutson called twice already. He wants to talk.”
“I'll call him now.”
“Once on the line, Knutson said in a gruff tone, “Do you have banker's hours?”
“Of course, don't you?”
“You need to get out of that quiet little berg and come to where the action is.”
“No thanks, you can keep the big city stuff. Unfortunately, some of your crime is bleeding into the suburbs. I'm betting the case we are dealing with comes out of Minneapoli
