The night was clear, the air was crisp, and he opted to walk to Angie’s.
Lights were off at Daily Bread and on in Angie’s apartment. Good. That meant the movie people had gone to their lodgings, and Angie was still up.
He took the back stairs, waving his fingers for Angie’s security camera, although he still had his doubts that she bothered activating it half the time. He tapped on the door. Because he had a key didn’t mean he used it to barge in if Angie was home. He guessed that meant there were still lines he didn’t feel comfortable crossing. What that said about where they were in their relationship was something he wasn’t going to think about now. Especially when Angie came to the door wearing the lapis pendant and earrings he’d given her. And nothing else.
Gordon got up with Angie the next morning, loose and rested, despite the 4:30 alarm. After showering, shaving, and putting on his uniform, he followed the aromas of coffee and cinnamon downstairs. He sat, taking rationed sips of his allotted cup of fully leaded coffee, while Angie took the first batch of cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
They hadn’t talked much last night—not that he’d minded. No brilliant insights about the case had popped into his mind, either.
Angie moved the cinnamon rolls to cooling racks and put the next trays into the oven, then sat across the counter from him. She reached over and rested a hand atop one of his. “What’s your day looking like?”
“Meeting with Ed Solomon and Tyler Colfax at six. Maybe we’ll come up with something we haven’t thought of yet. What about you? What’s up with the movie making?”
Although Angie had become more discreet in what she discussed since they’d been together, Gordon knew nothing would have gotten past her.
“Mr. Dawson was busy on the phone with the studio people. A lot. They’re hoping they can get the street scenes shot today. He said that since most of their equipment was already set up on the street, it shouldn’t be off-limits, and I heard him mention schmoozing the mayor.”
“Which means the mayor will undoubtedly be calling me very soon to tell me it’s in the best interest of Mapleton to let them continue shooting.”
She fixed her puppy-dog expression on him. “You must have all the clues you need. The crime scene people were around for ages. And,” she added, “if the production people are here, you can keep a better eye on them, right?”
She did have a point, even though her motives were clearly personal. “I’ll run it by Ed and Colfax at our meeting this morning.”
“Great. I’ll pack up those cinnamon rolls for the station.”
He finished his coffee, then helped her put the pink boxes together. “It’s the least I can do,” he said as he folded and inserted tabs into slots.
“You’re very good at that,” Angie said. From her hooded eyes and sultry tone, Gordon was fairly certain she wasn’t talking about his box construction skills.
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