The Illinois Daily News had nothing new about unrolling of the cargo gang, but a whole lot of other crimes had taken place over the weekend. Shootings, robberies, burglaries, etc.
Sarah was scowling at a sidebar of crime statistics when she felt someone looking over her shoulder. When she turned around, she got a heady scent of Tim's aftershave and felt her head spin. After a moment, she managed to croak out a question. "What is that scent you have applied?"
"This old thing?" saying that Tim flicked a manicured finger at his emerald green satin shirt.
"I was thinking of your aftershave. Or cologne," Sarah said.
"Shower gel, darling." He told her the name and added, coyly, "Remind you of, someone?"
"I am not sure. Maybe." Sarah turned back to the computer.
Tim glanced from her to the
