eat?” Kieran asked. “We are a pub. Our roast is under way.”
“I’m sure it’s wonderful,” Tyler told her, smiling. “I’ve heard great things about this place—you’re listed in all kinds of guidebooks.”
“Nice to know.”
“I would love coffee.”
“I’ll see to it. Black?”
“Yep. It’s the easiest,” he told her.
Kieran smiled pleasantly and went to get a cup of coffee for him.
Tyler looked at Sarah.
“Craig is great. You’re going to like him a lot,” Sarah said. “I can’t believe Davey is making all these connections.”
“The kind we should have made ourselves.”
Kieran was already heading back with coffee. And she was indicating the old glass-inset, wood-paneled doors to the pub.
Craig had arrived.
He hurried to the high-top table where they’d been sitting. “Hey, kid,” he said to Sarah, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He looked at Tyler. “Tyler, right? Grant?”
“Tyler Grant. And thank you, Special Agent Frasier.”
“Just Craig, please. And sorry,” he added, watching Kieran arrive with coffee, “you’re going to have to slurp that down. We need to get going. The man on this particular case is a Detective Bob Green. He’s a twelve-year homicide vet—he worked the Archibald Lemming case years ago. You might know him when you see him, though he wasn’t the one doing the interviews back then, his partner was. He’s senior man on his team now. Good guy. We can join him for the autopsy.”
“That’s great! Thank you,” Tyler told him. “I know you have other cases.”
“This caught up with me in the midst of a pile of paperwork,” Craig told him. “My partner is handling it for me, and my director knows where I am, so it’s all good.”
“What about the site where Hannah was left?”
“I can take you there.” Craig turned to Kieran, slipping an arm around her. “Save us supper, huh?”
“You bet.”
The affection between them wasn’t anything overt or in-your-face. It was just that even the way they looked at one another seemed to be intimate.
“Okay, we’re on it,” Craig said. He turned and headed toward the door. Tyler looked back and nodded a thanks to Kieran. He glanced at Sarah and gave her something of an encouraging smile.
She remembered his words from last night. He would stay on this.
He loved her still.
Friends...
Yes, sometimes friends loved each other forever. Even if they couldn’t be together.
* * *
AUTOPSY ROOMS COULD be strange places. It was where doctors and scientists studied the dead and did their best to learn from them. The NYC morgue downtown was huge; the body count was almost always high. It wasn’t that so many people were murdered; New York had had less than a hundred homicides in the past year—a large number, yes, but considering that it was home to eight million-plus people, and double that number came through almost on a daily basis, it wasn’t such a massive amount.
But the homeless who died so sadly in the street came to the morgue, as did anyone who died at home or in hotel rooms, or anywhere else about the city other than with a doctor or in a hospital or directly under a doctor’s care and with a known mortal disease.
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