He looked from Rosales to me to the papers on the table in front of me. He slid from the booth and stood. “I’ll let you get back to your work, ma’am.” I nodded to Griffin and looked at Rosales. I knew better than to start something with the deputy, but sometimes my mouth doesn’t listen to my better judgment. I pasted on a fake smile. “You look lovely this morning, Deputy Rosales,” I said. “You must be off duty. I sure hope that means you’ve solved the Flowers case.” “This is never off duty.” Rosales tapped her temple with an index finger. “We’re hot on the trail, so to speak, and I suspect you’ll be seeing me again real soon.” With that, she took Griffin’s arm. The game warden looked about as happy as a guilty man picked out of a lineup, but he allowed her to lead him across the room and out the door. I stared after them for a few seconds, then jammed the cruller into my mouth and gulped down the rest of my latte.
