CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Georgina’s Grill had been one of the places the cadets had hung out at when they could get away from the training area. It had been considered off limits, but that never stopped anyone from going there. Police still went there on occasion. At times it could be swinging and loud and at others quiet and unassuming, mainly because some of the cadets came here to study. That, and other reasons, was why Blake had gone there as a cadet. It was also a nice safe place to have a private conversation.
Georgina Gomez, the owner and operator of the Grill, had been in business a long time. When Blake had been a cadet she had been old, now she seemed ancient. Time was taking its toll on her, that was for sure. She was short, around five feet two inches, walked with the help of an
