45 minutes later we were sitting in the Bluebird Diner. Harrigan was eating pork chops and I settled for a bowl of beef stew. I was beginning to wonder if he was a part owner of the place as much as he ate there.
"You know," Harrigan said with a mouthful of pork chop, "been thinking about why Chief Romero didn't want us getting a search warrant for the lockers at the Pussycat."
I knew he'd be thinking about that.
"Okay, what's your conclusion?" I asked.
He cut off another piece of pork chop and stabbed it with his fork...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
I hope you weren’t in a bit of a stew, Jake, for ending up at the Bluebird Diner!
Christopher 9 months ago
Hehe!