Chapter Thirty-Two
Erik took a bite of his burger with a frown. “I can’t get it out of my head. The taste.”
Jia looked around from their table. The diner they had hit for lunch was a place they’d been to plenty of times. It was close to the station, and they gave police discounts. Erik had never had a problem with their food before. He’d commented he thought it was pretty good, especially for the price.
“Maybe there’s something wrong with their food printer?” she suggested. “Remember the problem we had at that Greek place a few weeks ago with the olives? I’m surprised we were the only ones complaining.”
Erik set his burger down and shook his head. “The food here is fine, but I was thinking about what we were talking about this morning. It’s stuck with me.”
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