“Australia’s still on fire,” Brian said, pouring coffee in a travel cup for Tristan. Outside, the sky was still relatively dark.
“Really? How many weeks has that been going on now?” Tristan came into the kitchen, tie flung over his shoulder, as he worked on buttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt.
“Five or maybe actually more, I confess I only started paying any attention once the holidays were done.” Brian Townsend, architect, turned around and leaned back against the counter, his own coffee cup in hand.
Tristan Blake drank a few sips from the cup and pulled his tie into the correct position for tying it. As a detective for the NYPD, his usual work mode involved a shirt and tie, and often a jacket, too. “Is today the official day?”
“Yeah, and that will mean that thirty days f
