Chapter 11 - VisitorsMorkel always dressed in a nice suit—that is, if he was not in his Sanguine Team uniform of olive slacks and shirt with the patch on the sleeve with the swirly red emblem on the sleeve. Today was no exception. He wore a dark suit that made his sandy hair look lighter, and his tan somewhat radiant.
“Sabrina, how nice to see you again,” he greeted.
“You too,” I drawled, “and in some place other than Tom's Tavern. Right?” He chuckled. I turned toward the kitchenette where Lindee stood, “This is my cousin, Lindee.”
“How do you do?” he said with a little nod. “I see a certain family resemblance.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“You hungry or anything? We've got stuff for sandwiches,” she offered, holding a butter knife in her hand, a dollop of mayo clung to it.
“Oh, no thank you,”
