Chapter 11
Breakfast with the sheriff was interesting, Mac thought. Angie might have been a touch hung over and was clutching her coffee mug as if her life depended upon it. Norton was in a good mood. Got laid last night, Mac speculated. He hadn’t, and he’d been tempted. Really tempted. But he had some loose ends to tie up at home first. Nor did he want to harm what was developing into a good work partnership. But they’d danced, and she got snuggly after a few drinks. It made him grin.
Breakfast was at an old-fashioned restaurant that served a lot of food, good coffee, and the waitress called people ‘Hun.’ Well, not Norton. She called him sheriff. Mac wasn’t sure if it was out of respect or dislike.
The three of them had a corner booth, apparently the one the sheriff always sat in. Mac
