Chapter 14

“So…” Alan couldn’t think of anything to talk about. What the hell? He was usually never at a loss for words, but at the moment all he wanted to do was stare at Garrison and let the detective’s easy drawl roll over him. Was that asking too much?

“I mean do you work here?” Garrison asked. “Or no, it’s somewhere downtown, right? Near the coffee shop. You’re in there every morning.”

Work, how boring. But at least it was something, a lifeline tossed out that Alan grabbed for eagerly. “Right, downtown, at the Fed building. I’m a financial advisor with First Federal.”

Both of Garrison’s eyebrows shot up, impressed. “Sounds exciting.”

Alan laughed. “It is not.”

Garrison laughed, too, a gruff, throaty sound Alan wanted to hear again.

Then something Garrison had said struck him. “Hold up,” Alan said. “How do you know I go to the café every morning? I’ve only ever seen you in there a few times.”

Careful. He’s going to think you’re looking for him and then what?