“Hey, are you ready to grab a bite to eat? Samantha can’t come because of the field trip, but Connor said he’d meet us at our usual spot.” Flannigan’s Fine Food. Ever since Jamie had gotten the job in the lab, the foursome ate at Flannigan’s two or three times a week. At least when cases and criminals allowed. Sometimes it was just a partial group – like today. “Okay. Just let me finish making a few notes and I’ll be ready.” Bending back over the file she’d spread out over a workspace across from the bones, she put her thoughts on the paper, then clicked the pen. And stopped. Staring at the simple ink pen, she clicked it again, then again, pulling the ballpoint up into the cylinder, then pushing it back out. She had not left the pen on her desk clicked out. “Jamie?” Blinking, she looked up, then shook her head. “I’m coming.” Dropping the pen on top of the folder, she grabbed her purse and followed Dakota into the hall. Dakota said, “I asked George if he’d go to lunch with us.”
