“Lunchtime’s almost over.”
“You can get laid after lunch.”
Major shook his head. I feared I really was annoying him.
“You got someplace to be?” I asked nicely.
“Online job interview.”
“Sweet. You really need to go now?”
“No. You gonna eat those?”
I shoved the fries his way. “Help yourself.”
He sat back down and did, as I started thinking about Red Truck, Yellow Lab, Green Eyes again
“Sal and Simon…Sal and Stephan…Sal and Sherman…”
“What if his name is Larry or Herbert?” Major asked.
“Not a deal breaker…not with those eyes and that body. So, what can we do with our newest clue?”
“The fact that the truck is white? Not much that I can think of. Did he get a plate number or the make and model?”
“Oh. I didn’t ask. Why?”
“I might have some law enforcement connections who could run them.”
“No way.”
“Way. I get one, they told me.”
“And you’d use it on me?”
Major shrugged.