Scott: 2007
Scott’s cell phone chirped as he stood in the precinct pouring himself a cup of coffee. Transitioning to detective was a mixed blessing, better pay, and somewhat better hours but the stress of closing of cases was a total b***h. He dug his phone out of his pocket and looked at the display. It was Mark.
“What’s up?” Scott said.
“I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh? That sounds interesting.” Scott could have gone for a lewd comment but standing in plain sight of a half dozen other cops, it was more than he dared.
“Wanna go fishing for a couple of days?”
“Who, all of us?” Scott asked.
“No, just you and me. Two days. Leave tomorrow night, drive up, fish, drink, do whatever, drive back Sunday afternoon. One of my colleagues over here rented a cabin up at Deep Creek, but his ki
