Noah tipped back his bottle of beer, took a swallow and gave his friend a long look across the booth where they were just finishing a late lunch.
"Okay," he said, setting the bottle down. "Out with it."
Jeff gave him a lopsided grin. "Out with what?"
"Whatever you've been dying to ask me since I walked in here." He chuckled. "For a detective you don't make a very good interrogator."
"Not so, my friend." Jeff took a drink of his own beer. "The hallmark of a good detective is to fix his target with a steely-eyed star, say nothing and wait for him to spill his guts."
Noah burst out laughing. "And does that really work for you?"
"Sometimes. Come on, spill."
"Spill what?" Noah knew exactly what his friend was waiting for."
"Okay, you want me to put it into words? I saw you and the love
