Chapter 6
Sean marked another meticulous X on the calendar in the patrol office. Well, this is the last day of the first week. Three more weeks to serve in exile from the streets. All the captain’s typing was done, plus some for another supervisor. Word got around of his typing skills. It pleased him to help out. He paced the silent office, then did some calisthenics. A police radio sat on a table in the corner and it was silent. Maybe some insomniac will call with some mundane question and give me something to do. Hmm, time to leave a message for Debbie.
He counted the rings on Debbie’s private line at her law firm. His other hand held the love note she’d left on his windshield. He just about had it memorized.
Dear Baby, I loved it when you left that, um, sweet phone message for me at
