“I was coming in the door just as you fired, pal,” Clarke grinned as he stood on the jetty and stared out to sea.
Mulrooney and Kate sat on a large rock nearby. “Perfect timing,” Mulrooney razzed him, “but I would have enjoyed seeing you a little sooner.”
“What, I"m psychic? Your text never came through. It"s just "cause I know you so well that I figured out where you were. That was great work on your part, buddy; but next time wait for your ol" partner.”
“You got it. By the way, thanks for backing me up in my wager with Atilla.”
“Another hundred bucks says that fat f**k will leave town before he"ll ever make good on his bet to take Proud Mary to dinner.”
“Too bad,” Kate added as she adjusted the sling that stabilized her dislocated shoulder. “Mary would be the classiest date he ever
