Chapter 24

“Handle it, Janet,” I said, and she left to take care of my request. The National Crime Information Center, or NCIC, was a database set up by the FBI for use by all law enforcement agencies, and had its uses… sometimes.

I felt good enough about the day’s progress that I decided to leave the office on time for once. At the house, I spent a little time on housekeeping chores then began to start dinner. By the time Mike came home, it was ready.

He walked into the kitchen and said, “Smells good. What is it?”

“Nothing special. Grilled chicken breasts, salad, veggies. In other words, healthy shit.”

“Works for me.”

He went to his room to change, and I set the table and fixed our plates.

After supper, he said, “You cooked, I’ll clean up.”

He started on that task, and I went to the den with a glass of wine. I was totally engrossed in a book when Mike entered the den. “Will the television bother you?” he said.

“You know me. When I’m absorbed in a book, I don’t hear anything.”