Cherringham--A Fatal Fall (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
A Small Break-in 12. A Small Break-in Sarah took the last bite of her mille-feuille, a few stray flakes escaping which — being so incredibly tasty — she rescued from the plate. “These are … so good,” Jack said. “That’s my calorie count for the week. But yes. The pastries here are amazing.” “Not a bad cup of joe, either.” “Cup of joe,” she said, smiling. Sometimes talking with Jack was like travelling to New York. It was as if he carried the city and its phrases around like an ambassador. “Latte,” I mean, he said grinning. “You do have Starbucks over there, yes? That word is known to you?” “Sure but I always liked getting a hot cup from a street corner vendor, maybe with a bagel and — sorry, another expression — a schmear. Butter, that is. Many a cop’s breakfast …” “Sounds nutritious.” The more they talked, the more Sarah relaxed after the disturbing interview with Winters. Jack had that effect on her. He could be a source of calm, no matter what dark stuff they might be looking into.“So Jack — where do you think we are?”
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