Wyatt had slept for two hours of the last thirty-six. So when Norma entered his office in the late afternoon with a cup of coffee and his favorite cream cheese Danish from a hole-in-the-wall bakery, he almost growled at her.
“You never come bearing afternoon snacks unless you want something,” he said, taking the coffee but refusing to take a sip. The scent of it had his mouth watering though, and he had a killer headache he knew the caffeine would tame.
“Now, Wyatt,” she said sitting down and leaning back in her chair. “We’ve talked about this one before.”
“Is it related to the possible shooting?”
“Nope.”
He took a sip of the coffee, the hot liquid calming him instantly. “All right. Shoot.”
“It’s the department holiday party.”
Wyatt glared at her deliberately and picked up the pastr
