Chapter ThirteenThe shadow that fell across Lydia and Mudge’s table was Kevin Kelly’s. This time he was followed by a taller, older, slower man in civilian clothes.
“Hey, Pete,” said Mudge.
“Hey, Kev.”
As they both rose, Lydia wondered if Mudge felt as edgy as she did. What right did these invaders have to walk into Leo’s restaurant after hours without permission? Didn’t they have enough to keep them busy outside? What did they want in here?
“You got any coffee?” Kevin Kelly asked Mudge.
“I’ll make some.” But first he introduced the newcomer to Lydia: Detective Pete Altman.
Nothing about him matched her idea of a detective. Denim sport jacket, khaki slacks, tattersall plaid shirt . . . Manager of a used-car dealership, maybe, or a teacher at the community college. Thick salt-and-pepp
