Chapter 21“Finally.” Joe nodded toward the entrance where the hostess directed the detective toward their corner booth. “This better be good.”
“He sounded urgent when he called.”
Joe wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. “I hear anxiety in your voice. I'm sorry, it's just that—”
“Morning.” Det. Britto rushed toward them. He shook their hands then laid a large manila envelope on the table. He shrugged out of his overcoat and hung it on a nearby hook. As he scooted into the booth opposite then, he turned his coffee cup upright.
A cute blond waitress approached. “Will y'all be having an early lunch?” Two soft dimples appeared. Her twangy southern accent added a homey touch to the warm ambiance of the much-favored dimly lit lunchtime gathering place across fr
