Chapter 3
We’d been at our table just long enough to have been handed menus by the waitress when Carl and Jim joined us. Carl was a rather cute redhead in his twenties who’d recently been promoted from detective to sergeant, and reported to Janet Sanchez. Jim, his partner, was a CPA who’d left one of the big national firms in the not too distant past to start his own practice.
“Hi, guys,” I said. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. “Imagine that.”
In point of fact, we ran into Carl and Jim almost every weekend, either at the Derby House at breakfast, or across the street at the Pizza Italian in the evening.
We spent the rest of the weekend relaxing, so I was somewhat refreshed when I got to my office Monday morning, and was therefore in a fairly good mood when my three lieutenants gathered that afternoon for our weekly meeting.
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