An excerpt from “It’s in His Kiss” by Vickie Lester
One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)
Her father plated the food and they sat. Neither had said a word in a very long time.
“Hey, champ. Why so quiet?” asked Bob.
“Daddy? What do you think of Steve Nelson?”
“He’s an agreeable guy. Interior designer or something.”
“Uncle Manny thinks he’s gay.”
“If Steve Nelson knew something incriminating about somebody, do you think he’d tell the police?”
“I’m sorry, Dad. Did you talk to Detective Vasquez?”
Bob took the bottle from Cole and said grudgingly, “Yes. Here she is. Come in.”
“In my study. Yup. We were just having supper. Why don’t you come into the kitchen?”
“Didn’t see your car in the driveway, Cole,” said Bob. “You walk?”
Bob took another swallow of scotch. “Your convenience or court order?” he asked gruffly.
“Get used to it,” snapped Bob.
“I intend to,” answered Cole. “Coffee?”
© It’s in His Kiss by Vickie Lester
