BUD ENLARGED THE TEXT on the report and leaned closer to the screen, wishing he’d remembered to bring his reading glasses to work.
“Macular degeneration, old man?”
He flipped the bird at Detective Thomas Paxton without looking up.
The young detective chuckled, plopping his behind on the corner of Bud’s desk. “I’m going a little cross-eyed myself reading through all these files.”
Bud sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. “Maybe a five minute break would help.”
Thomas stood with Bud. “I’ll go with you.”
Bud arched an eyebrow at the younger man and Paxton widened his slightly. It appeared he had something to share that he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Sure. In fact, why should we drink the swill in the break room. I’ll let you buy me a cup of the good stuff down on the corner.”
