Chapter 5
I pour us both a cup. He cradles his like it’s the Holy Grail, inhales the steam like he’s just discovered oxygen, and sips like it’s the elixir of life.
“You should really let me give Penny a few lessons,” I tell him. “You’d be surprised how much better the coffee will taste.”
“But then you wouldn’t visit me.”
I freeze with the cup halfway to my lips. I set it back down on his desk. I don’t trust my hands not to tremble. I don’t trust my voice either, but I want to know what he meant.
“I’d still visit you.”
“Would you?” He eyes me over the rim of his cup. “Seems to me, you stop by only when you need information.”
“Well, you’re the police chief. You have lots of that.” I go for breezy, but the comment nags before solidifying into a guilty lump in the pit of my stomach. Hav
