Chapter 4
When he parked and got out of his car, Teague saw Hoyt standing by the front door to the restaurant. For a moment he studied the detective. He had an air of command about him, with his height—he was close to Teague’s six-one or a bit better—his short, dark hair, and the serious expression that said he wasn’t about to take anything from anyone. Then Hoyt smiled when he saw Teague and Teague realized he was also handsome in a rough hewn way, with high cheekbones and a square jaw that accented his full lips, now that they weren’t in their usual tight, almost angry line.
“You made it on time,” Hoyt said when Teague came to join him.
“I’m sort of a nut about punctuality,” Teague replied. “Most of the time anyway.”
Hoyt opened the door and stood aside to let Teague enter first. A h
