Chapter 8
“What time is it?” Michael asked when he found Reid in the kitchen the following morning.
“Breakfast time,” Reid replied. “Your clothes are in the dryer and…”
“You didn’t have to do that.” Michael saw the clock above the kitchen table and grimaced. “You should have gotten me up an hour ago.”
“Why? I’m quite capable of doing laundry. I do my own at least once a week.” Reid paused what he was doing, which was frying eggs and sausage, to give Michael a kiss. “Coffee’s ready if you want some.”
“Big time.” He poured a cup before seeing the newspaper sitting on the corner of the table. “Oh, boy,” he muttered when he read the headline below the fold—’Witness to two murders attacked’. The story, with Reid’s byline, related what had happened, as well as recapping the fact that Michae
