Chapter 70

“Wondered if you were going to make it this evening,” he said. “After the dogs have their romp, what do you say we get together for dinner at Mama Conchita’s and talk about this joint project a little more?”

Boz hesitated. He couldn’t see any harm in it, even if somehow such a meeting had the feel of taking their friendship up a notch. Was he ready for that? Still, if they had a basic plan laid out, it could make working the case easier. They wouldn’t be too conspicuous in a quiet corner of the small neighborhood café where they could talk more freely than they had at the construction site. Their unwritten rule that dog park talk stayed casual seemed to curtail having such a discussion here. As if the “kids” couldn’t be exposed to serious matters. That was stupid, even though Boz couldn’t deny it felt right.