Chapter 20Farrah Richards picked Falcone up in the morning in his car. They hit the Tim Horton's drive-thru on the way to the precinct. It was just after eight, and there was little to no traffic. Couples, and families on their way to church might have been it. Thin wisps of white clouds dusted an otherwise blue sky, and although there was a bite in the air there was something invigorating about the cooler temperatures that Falcone had come to love about Rochester.
Riding, mostly, in silence, Falcone did his best at making small talk. He broached a comfortable topic: the weather, and then added a bit more about the weather predictions for the rest of the week. He wasn't fooling anyone. Especially not his partner, and definitely not himself.
He'd done plenty of talking last night with his
