“Is everything set in Orlando for the sting this weekend?” I said.
“You bet,” Janet said. “Carl is going down there Friday as an observer.”
“Great. If the three of you want to adjourn to a conference room or one of your offices, I’ll get back to this.” I pointed at the stack of paperwork in my basket.
“Looks like fun,” Janet said.
“It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.”
They left, and I dove into the pile of paperwork. Mike had dropped me off at the office, so I could drive my newly issued department vehicle—a two-year old unmarked Crown Victoria—home, and by Friday afternoon, I was more than ready for the weekend. There’d been no breaks in the case, and the next phase of the investigation rested with Clarence Ivory’s people in Orlando. Mike and I went to the wine shop, tasted some wine, and had dinner with a half dozen of our new wine buddies, and I went to bed wondering what was happening in Orlando.