CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
I met Sims for breakfast at Du-Par’s Restaurant and Bakery on West Third Street.
“There was nothing closer?” I said when I sat down.
“It was close for me,” Sims said. “I had to drop off some stuff downtown this morning with a prosecutor at the U. S. Attorney’s Office.”
“Killing two birds with one stone,” I said.
“You got it,” Sims said.
“I’ve always liked breakfast at Du-Par’s,” I said. “We got something to talk about, or have you just been missing me?”
“Good to stay in touch,” Sims said. “The omelets here are fabulous.”
The server brought us coffee, and I ordered the Du-Par’s legendary buttermilk hotcakes with maple syrup. Sims had the sugar-cured ham and Swiss cheese omelet with some French toast. We sipped some coffee.
“Coffee better than Karen’s?” I said.
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