Chapter 13
two birds fly as one
then separate, howling wind
storm clouds gather - dark
Jonah glanced up, like many of the other cops in the room. Most went back to their work, some gave me hard looks. Jonah waved. Surprised, I smiled back and walked over to his desk.
“Ohalo, brother. How are you?”
“I’m good,” he said, looking up at me with happy eyes. I hadn’t seen him this relaxed and glad to see me in years. What had changed? My ears twitched, picking up snippets of conversation about us, but tried to keep them facing forward towards Jonah. My nostrils flared and I realized Jonah smelled different. A floral soap was layered under his aftershave. Ah. He’d spent the night with a woman. Joyce?
“Wanna grab lunch?”
“Huh?” I started.
“Lunch, Nikta. Want to grab some? I know it’s a lit
