Last Chance Harvey Part 12 (Blogophilia 33.11)

Hot and steaming, the scattered and smothered hash browns were better than a mother's hug. After the visit from the cops, they needed the comfort. Sobriety and focus on the problem was needed, not obliteration. That could come after all the questions.
The place was like every other Waffle House, yellow walls with checkerboard boarders and the usual riff-raff at the counter. The colors of autumn were showing on the spindly trees outside, showing the coming of winter. Dolly, the late night, kept the hot joe flowing.
As the eggs and bacon slowly disappeared from the plate, the conversation rose and fell.
"Do you think they know what happened to the boat?"
"Funny they didn't ask."
"I think so, too."
Silence while the food fog swept over them. It was only interrupted by the tattooed hand mechanically filling up cups.
"Dive now or wait?"
"Wait."
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The ceramic pumpkin on the file cabinet had been a gift from her ex-husband at the end of the marriage. It must have been some kind of peace offering, but it didn’t work. She'd caught him with that whore mid stroke the day before. If it wasn't for the kids, he would have been cut out of her life years ago.
Why she didn’t smash it, she didn’t know.
Yes she did. He may be a selfish liar who spent all the money, but he sure can make a rotten day go away in bed. A tingle swept up from her hips as her shoulders relaxed. Maybe she should stop by. A smile spread across the ruby lips at the thought of his magic hands. Ray looked up from the report summary and caught the look in her eyes.
"Thinking about him, Angela?"
The sound shook her out of the reverie and she set the report softly back on the desk. Sad, tire eyes looked back at her partner. It didn't matter how long it had been since the divorce, she still wanted him in her arms.
"What? That lying, trying waste of space?" She shook her head. "He's dead to me."
"Not as much as you think he is." Ray lifted his coffee in salute. "Anyway, what do you think about Holden and Herrington?"
"They're holding back. What it is, I don't know." She pickup a flat Diet Coke from the coaster. “We don’t have enough on them to do a warrant.”
“Let’s go down the Marina a see if there is anyone else who might know something.”

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