“So.”
Andy looked up from the report he’d been filling out to see Edgar Lopez standing next to his desk.
“What are you and Callahan doing for dinner after your shift?”
For a moment, Andy felt a vague sense of panic, thinking that their co-workers already knew that he and Sean had slept together. It wasn’t that it was a big secret, but how had it gotten around so soon?
But when the adrenaline in his brain calmed down, he realized it was just an invitation from one set of detective partners to another. Edgar didn’t really know anything. About him and Sean, anyway. But Andy suspected Edgar had guessed about his s****l preferences.
“I’ll check with Sean. When and where?”
Edgar shrugged. “Nothing fancy. Casual. The diner off of Vineyard?”
“Sure. Six-thirty?”
“Better make it seven. See y
