It seemed more like a dream than reality. Gabriel picked up his fork and cut a hunk off the end of one burrito. It tasted like manna from heaven. The cold soda went down easy, too. For now, he set fear and worry aside to live in the moment. In this hour, life was good. He’d learned lately to cherish the small pleasant times since they were few and fleeting.
He glanced across the table at his host, really studying him for the first time. The detective was a good-looking man, totally masculine, nice physique without looking like a body builder, rugged features. He did not have a cruel face, Gabriel decided. And the larger man wore his hair buzz-cut short. It looked very black and wiry.
“I’m not even sure I know your name,” he said after a moment. “They called you Officer McDermott or Detec
