Chapter 35
Clifford didn’t attempt to disguise his approval when he pulled back the rattling grate of the elevator. “Hmm, hmm! Yes, siree, it’s truly a joy to see you young officers return from a shopping trip. A real treat for these old eyes! And, I been traipsin’ fancy boxes into your room for hours on end.”
“Thanks, Clifford. Had to get something to fight off this Chicago cold!”
He told them that Lieutenant McHugh had returned less than an hour earlier. They exited the elevator with a friendly wave. Mary tapped lightly on the door, and then used her key, calling, “Are you decent, John?”
“Yeah, I’m decent, but almost asleep,” he said groggily from behind the bed. His head slowly appeared, and then a wolfish whistle filled the room. “Holy Toledo, ladies! Was the Queen of Sheba standin
