“Why am I not surprised to find you here?”
At the sound of the woman’s voice, Vic glanced up from his sandwich—a pastrami on rye, piled twice as high as usual and on the house, according to the dazed cashier who had taken Vic’s order with a star-struck look in her eyes. A police officer stood by his table, notepad in one hand, blonde bangs peeking out beneath the cap she wore. More blonde hair framed her narrow face, strands escaping from the bun at the nape of her neck. Shrugging out of her heavy jacket, she tossed it to the booth opposite Vic, then tugged off her cap and threw it down as well. “Mind if I join you?” Without waiting for an answer, Officer Kendra Jones sat down. “How was your holiday, Vic?”
“Fine.” Vic took another bite of his sandwich and chewed slowly, waiting for the
