Chapter 102

Guess we’re not going to finish it.Van sighed, recalling why they were standing in the entryway looking at their bullet-ridden bodies to begin with.

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“Dinner out and a movie, or stay in tonight?” Gene asked as Van saved the research file they’d been working on and they shut down their laptops.

Van stretched, considering their options. “Dinner here, and then a movie.”

“Sounds good.” Because Gene was the designated cook, since Van couldn’t even boil water without burning it, or so his partner claimed, he headed to the kitchen while Van checked to see what movies were showing close to them.

He found one they both agreed on, and after a dinner of veal piccata and angel hair pasta with grated Parmesan, accompanied by red wine, they took off. Two hours later they were walking from the theater to their favorite coffee shop on the block behind the theater, while discussing what they, as writers, would have done differently with the movie’s script.