Chapter 74

Of course there were, but Holmes knew how honorable the Sebring men were. If they believed this was the only copy, he would believe it as well.

I wished I could be there when they watched DCI Holmes gamboling on that pink bed in his pretty pink unmentionables with Pretty Boy, Spike, and Delilah Carson, but I had other things that needed to be done, ditching the uniform and the van among them.

I let myself out of the suite, went back down to the van, and drove away.

My Christmas Always

As the last two months of 2002 made their way toward the New Year, things started quieting down. Mrs. Mann had been home from the hospital for a little more than a week, and her physical therapy was coming along well, although it would still be some time before she could walk without a cane.

When I walked into Raphael’s that Friday night, the Italian restaurant was crowded, as usual. Not that it mattered. I’d called earlier to make a reservation.