I got waylaid as I tried to leave my office, so I was a few minutes late arriving at Misers. Dana’s car was in the lot, but she wasn’t in it. The heat of the day was oppressive. I sure hoped she’d taken a table inside the café and bar rather than one on the patio.
My prayers were answered when I spotted her at a corner table in the air-conditioned dining area, a sweating glass of iced tea already waiting for me. She smiled across the table at me as I sat down and took an appreciative swig before I even said anything at all.
“Another rough day?”
Sighing, I let my shoulders slump as I shook my head at her. “I’m just getting nowhere on this investigation.” I leaned toward her and whispered, just between you and me, “JD had an accomplice in the crap that I’ve learned he was trying to pull.
