Chapter 27
At the end of a long shift, when all but two of my major crime unit team members have gone home, their meals probably waiting for them in the warming oven, I approach constables Ryan and Carrigan. “Care to join me at Tim Horton's?”
They exchange glances, nod. “Sure,” they say in unison.
I sympathize. At this stage in their careers they probably think they have no choice.
“The wife expects I'll be late every night until this case is solved,” Carrigan says, after meeting up with us in the parking lot across the street. “Oh, I had to promise it wouldn't be McDonalds.”
Ryan laughs. “You old guys crack me up.”
“Sure, go ahead, enjoy yourself,” Carrigan says. “The day my high cholesterol results came in was the end of life as I knew it. And I wasn't forty yet.”
In sympathy, Rya
