Chapter Seventeen_Rejected

Lunch time had almost gone, when she sauntered into the cosy restaurant.

Looking round, she picked Herbert at Table 5.

He was dressed casually, just jeans and T-shirt.

She walked over to him and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"You're late," He began.

"I'm sorry if I am, I was delayed. But I don't remember you giving me time." She shot back.

"Touché." He whispered, smiling.

"So, what are we having? I'm famished," She said, fanning herself dramatically.

"Order whatever you like. I've had mine." He shrugged.

She raised her hand for a waiter.

One came, and she made her order.

The waiter noted it down, and left to get it.

"So...., what are we here for?" She asked, now focusing fully on Detective Kesley.

"You. You don't seem to like my attention," he accused.

"Your attention? I'm flattered." She laughed, then continued, "It might seem like that, but I enjoy a little attention now and then, not when I don't want it."