Chapter 13

“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.