6
The hospital staff kicked us out somewhere close to midnight. We lingered on the street outside for a time, me not wanting to push it and she enjoying my discomfort. “You’ll, uh, find the Mr Mac case file on your smart in the morning,” I said. “I’ll be briefing my squad around noon. Attendance is optional.”
“Professional distance?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Today has been kinda nuts. I just… It seems like the wrong time…”
“Relax.” She leaned in and kissed me, letting it linger before drawing back. “You’re right. Baby steps until we put Don Corleone in the slammer.” She laughed at my bafflement. “Seriously, when this is done we are having the mother of all vid-binges.”
I went home. Since my return I’d signed over the Heavenly Garden to Marco and leased the upstairs apartment
