12
The scent of sizzling bacon greeted me when I walked into Maggie’s living room. If Sam were here, he would have probably taunted me about everyone leaving their doors unlocked. My host stood in the kitchen, griddle on one side and a pan of frying meat on the stove.
“Is Tania joining us?”
Maggie looked over her shoulder at me. “Once she’s done at the station.”
“So, you called Vinnie?”
“No. I called Tania and suggested she might want to share whatever information she had with Rick.”
“Oh ...” After a beat, I added, “You didn’t have to cook.”
She laughed. “I know I’m not the culinary whizz that Tania is, but I can cook up a decent breakfast.”
“For dinner?”
Another laugh. “Live in this country long enough and you’ll learn that breakfast for dinner is a staple in some households.”
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