“No.” John pulled out his wallet and flipped a coin toward the man, who caught it in the air. “Keep the change.”
The man rolled his eyes and left the food car, leaving John alone, to ponder his “next move.”
***
“Well Orange, it looks like you were on to something with this Morris Jones fella.” The sergeant turned the page over in the report that Orange had been laboriously writing since dawn.
Orange’s fingertips tingled and he blinked twice in surprise. “Yes… sir?”
His boss looked up, “Orange, you haven’t taken a breath since you sat down here. I don’t want you passing out in my office.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” The young officer inhaled deeply.
“Now, isn’t that better?”
“Yes, sir.”
The chief of police pushed back in his wooden chair and stood up, report in hand. “I’m still going to h
