A Glimpse Inside
If Brian heard the station play “Jingle Bell Rock” one more time, he was going to be sorely tempted to punch the car radio. It was the first of December and all the tacky Christmas decorations around the city had already been up for a couple of weeks in most places. The light dusting of snow that had fallen last night had already melted into a gray, icky, puddle-ridden mess and Brian wondered if he should have grabbed his duck shoes on the way out the door this morning.
Glancing at his watch, he calculated he had roughly twenty minutes to make it to the parking deck, actually find a spot, and then get to the restaurant to meet Tristan for lunch. If he ended up being a few minutes late, he figured the detective would probably understand, although Brian was still trying to
