Luna put a plate in front of him, poured some juice and a cup of coffee and then said, “I hate to leave a mess, but I promised the bakery I’d be in to help with the Feinstein wedding cake. I’ll come back later and do the dishes.”
“I appreciate the breakfast, you do take good care of me, but I’ll not have you coming all the way back over here to do dishes.”
“You don’t want me to come over?” She said with a devilish smile.
“You are always welcome sweetheart, but there won’t be any dishes left to do.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Thanks for breakfast.”
Luna waved, tossed her apron on the counter, and grabbed her purse as she dashed out the door.
Henry finished his eggs and sat enjoying the quiet of the morning, as he nibbled on his last piece of bacon. He turned on the radio, found a good song, and cleaned up the kitchen.
After a shower and shave, he got dressed and headed into the office. The drive in was typical. Henry didn’t bother with the radio, because he rested brain was already thinking about the tiles. He just couldn’t let it go. Until he figured out what the Major was trying to tell him, he couldn’t consider the case closed.
Henry waited in line at the newspaper stand, but impatience won out and he decided he could read the paper later. He checked his watch, it was 7:50 am, and he wondered if he would beat Celine to the office. Walking down the hall he heard her on the phone. Does she sleep here?
Henry hung up his hat and said, “Good morning, Celine?”
She waved and kept talking, “Yes, I understand, but he isn’t in yet. No, that was someone else, but I’ll give him the message. No, no, no, we don’t have any comment, please, I’ll give him the message. Thank you.”
“What was that all about?”
She thrust a stack of messages into Henry’s hand, “The phone has been ringing off the hook. All of those are from very pushy newspaper men. It seems that you figured prominently in the Daily’s front page article about the killings and everyone wants an interview.”
“Damn, I should have gotten the paper.”
“I think you probably should, it seems to be getting ugly. I haven’t even had time to make the coffee. We are going to need lots of coffee.”
“I’ll go pick it up.”
Henry grabbed his hat. The phone rang and Celine answered and then started waving her arms, “Henry, it’s Mike.” She handed him the phone.
“Hey, Mike, how’s it going?”
“Have you seen the papers?”
“No, I was just going down to pick it up.”
“It isn’t good, but I’ll let you read it for yourself. Call me back after you do. I think we need a plan.”
“Just give them a read, then call me.”
Henry handed the phone back and said, “That didn’t sound good.”
“You better hurry. I’ll start the coffee.”