“I’m stuffed,” Snap said, patting his stomach.
“You should be. You ate half my lasagna,” Josie told him.
“A quarter,” Snap retorted, “and only because you said you couldn’t finish it all.”
Terry grinned at Rudy. “Children.”
“Are not,” Snap protested. “Hell, I’m almost as old as you. Now Josie on the other hand…” He laughed when she flipped him off.
Terry was suddenly aware they had company when a male voice said from behind him, “Excuse me for interrupting, but I’d like to have a word or two with Terrance Coleman.”
Turning, Terry saw a man with brown hair standing there. He realized, his pulse quickening with panic, that the guy matched the description he’d been give of Detective Heller. Terry started to stand, only to have the man put one hand on his shoulder firmly enough to keep h
