18
Mitch arrived home and unlocked the front door. He called out a greeting to Charlotte. He found her in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine. With one fluid motion he kissed her, grabbed a glass and presented it for pouring.
“What happened to surveillance?” she asked.
“In an hour’s time. One drink won’t kill me,” he added as he saw her looking at the glass. “Good day?” he asked.
“One out, one in,” she answered.
Mitch accepted the glass and followed her into the living room where she dropped on the couch and kicked off her shoes.
Sitting beside her, he began to remove his tie. “What does that mean?”
“I finished up one patient … he’s well enough to go back into the world without me.”
“Well, congrats,” Mitch said.
“And I scored another.”
Mitch shook his head. “The endless cycle of
