I had another bite of steak, followed by a sip of the wine. “Now that’sa good combination.”
“I’d have to agree,” Mike said as he followed suit.
We finished our dinner, and I put the dishes in the dishwasher while I cleaned the kitchen. I carried the bottle of Shiraz to the den, along with our glasses, and began to read my book.
Over breakfast the next morning, we discussed tactics vis-à-vis the stalker. “If he’s there today,” I said, “let’s sit quietly and watch him, just for the hell of it.”
“Okay.”