On two sides
It was April who woke him up.
Mason had responded to her smile, a mixture of kindness and guilt, with a gruff good morning. It wasn't directed at her but at the fact that he seemed never to have dozed off. Elizabeth Perkins' case had taken over.
April didn't seem to mind his rudeness but handed him his hat, which had fallen from the nape of his neck abandoned to sleep.
Mason Stone crinkled his eyes and sat up, elbows on the desk and eyes interrogating the calendar to find out how long he'd been asleep. April brought a cup of freshly brewed coffee which he instinctively intercepted.
"Can you read what it says?" April had found his note.
"Sure, boss."
"Good thing, sometimes I get in trouble myself."
"It's not so terrible. There was a guy I dated in high school, Paul Russ
