Inspector Moo’s POV
By the time I had called Fatimah to cancel, showered, put my wet hair under a turned back Giant cap, and thrown on some clothes, Gebriel’s white Explorer was beeping me from below.when I go downstairs, I couldn’t help but notice him looking me over- wet hair, Jean, black leather jacket. “ you look nice, Moo,” he said. He smiled as he put the car in gear.
He was casually dressed, in crumpled khakis and a faded blue polo shirt. He looked nice, too, but i wasn’t going to say it.
“This isn’t a date, Gabriel,” I told him.
“You keep saying that,” he said with a shrug, then stepped on the gas.
We pulled up to Napa Highlands Inn an hour and fifteen minutes later, the exact time, I noted, I was supposed to be pouring my heart to Fatimah.
The inn turned out to be one of tho
