Stasny handed him a mug of coffee the way he liked it, milk no sugar, when he got there. The Captain’s door was open.
“Come on in, Ray, and have a seat.”
“Good morning, Captain.” Ray took a sip of his coffee. It was hot enough to burn his lips. He looked for a place to set the mug down.
“Just put it on the edge of the desk. Stasny should have warned you that his coffee is always hot.”
“Thanks. Sir.”
“How are you getting on? Settling into your new responsibilities okay?”
“Yes, sir.” Actually, Ray had hoped to get out of the building more. Mostly he was stuck doing paper work, preparing duty rosters for Havers’ approval, using the computer. He was basically a low-level administrator—or a high-level clerk. It wasn’t what he thought of as detective work. But he knew one had to pay one’s
