Chapter 18

Lyle sipped his coffee. From his expression he wanted to say something but wasn’t certain he should. Then he blurted out, “Are you really a waiter? You seem to know an awful lot of things a detective would.”

“Trust me, I spend half my time waiting,” Damien replied. The truth, although not the way he knew Lyle would take it. “You can call my boss if you want.”

“No.” Lyle shook his head sharply. “If you say you are I believe you, although…Maybe sometime in the past you worked for a detective agency?”

“Nope. I had an uncle who did. I probably picked up some ideas on what to do from listening to him tell stories about it.”

“Okay, that makes sense.”

Before Lyle could probe anymore, or get back to who was interested in him, Damien said, “I hate to spoil the party but unlike you, I have to work tomorrow. The boss wouldn’t be too happy if I fell asleep on the job.”

Laughing, Lyle agreed he probably wouldn’t. He put their cups in the sink and then walked with Damien to the door.