Chapter 7

Neither of us wanted to crawl out of bed the following morning and go into the office.  Not only had we been deprived of adequate rest the night before, but the house wasn’t in as convenient a location as our apartments were and we needed to allow an extra twenty minutes of travel time.

“Are you sorry that we moved in yet?” I asked as I started the car and put it in drive.

“Not yet,” Nora said as she handed me my travel cup that was filled with steaming hot coffee and a warm, toasted bagel with cream cheese that was wrapped in a paper towel.  “If we have any more things like yesterday occur, I might be.”

I heaved a sigh.  “I don’t feel like going into work today.  Rumor has it that I’ll be starting a new case that will require a good deal of observation.”

“That means hours of sitting with a camera,” she offered.

I took a bite of my bagel and nodded. &l