I called Lorne. “If you’re not busy, how about we meet for lunch?” I could almost see the look of puzzlement on his face when I said that.
“You found out something?” he finally asked.
“Yeah. Not much, and I could tell you now, but I figured, I’m hungry, it’s that time of day, so if you want…” I wasn’t sure why I was doing this. It’s not me. All I could think was—I’m bored? And hungry—like I told him. So why not go out for lunch with a nice, younger guy who isn’t someone I’ve slept with. God only knows there are too few of those around.
“Sure,” he replied hesitantly. “Where?”
“You know the brunch place on Fifth?”
“Yes. It’s not that far from me.”
“Good. Say in half an hour?”
“Okay.”
Thirty minutes later, on the dot, I saw him coming down the street as I parked my car.
“Did you walk
