Chapter 11
A few hours later, they both arrived at the diner at the same time, which surprised Doyle. He’d figured Kord for a guy who followed his own clock rather than anyone else’s.
“We’ve gotta interview the night manager, Vera, then we—”
“Pie first.” Kord smiled and it was a dazzler. Doyle ached with the need to touch his face, kiss his mouth. But it wasn’t going to happen. He tried to reconcile himself to that fact.
“Sure. You can get your pie fix taken care of first.”
Surveying the place when they entered, they chose the same table they’d had before. Way at the back with a good view of who came and went. Maybe it was a cop thing, maybe it was that both of them enjoyed their privacy. Besides they had things to talk about that shouldn’t be heard by just anyone.
This time Kord too
