“Evelyn, it has been a pleasure, as usual. Now, if you"ll excuse us, your daughter and I have a lot to discuss.”
The detective"s ability to shut my mom up, and so nicely, is nothing short of a miracle. I give an impressed huff, then I nod my head in the direction of the kitchen. The quiet, closed mouth expression of shock on my mother"s face is priceless. I wish someone could take a picture.
“This way, Detective. Would you like some coffee?”
“I would love some. And, it"s Phil, please.”
It doesn"t matter how many times he asks me to call him by his first name, I struggle with it. It"s hard for me not to address him with a professional title. I"m pretty sure my sister is crazy. In all the time I"ve spent around him, I"ve never noticed him favoring me. Detective Sharpe seems to treat ever
