Chapter 5
“Do I smell breakfast?” John asked when Kip let him in by the agency’s back door Saturday morning.
“Yep. I figured food might help us think,” Kip replied. “I hope you haven’t eaten already.
“I haven’t, so lead me to it.”
Kip did, taking him downstairs to his apartment.
“Not bad,” John commented. “Your basic bachelor beige and blue.”
“How alliterative,” Kip replied, shaking his head. They went into the kitchen which, as Kip pointed out, was granite and green. “And don’t even…”
“Me? Never.”
Kip had two omelets keeping warm in the oven. He put them on plates, along with toast, setting them on the table along one wall. After he poured coffee, they sat down to eat.
“Where do you think we should start?” Kip asked.
“Let’s figure that out when we get upstairs,” John suggested.
