Erik sat in the monthly meeting of the Konigsburg Merchants Association trying to avoid death by boredom. Technically, he had no business there since he wasn’t a merchant, but Arthur Craven, the association president, had asked him to come, and he’d thought it was a good idea at the time. “Chief Olema never came,” Craven explained, “and Chief Brody…” His ears turned slightly pink. Nobody in town wanted to say much about Brody. Now Erik sat in the back of the room and wondered if there was any way he could catch forty winks without being noticed while Hilton Pittman droned on for what seemed like eternity.Pittman was a problem. If he didn’t keep Pittman happy, the mayor would complain to the council and it would be a mark against him. So he had to make an effort. He was making one now, but it wasn’t easy, given what a jerk Pittman was. He’d always managed to avoid crap like this as a working cop. Now he was an administrator, and apparently he was supposed to be fascinated by Pittman’s latest version of the World According to Hilton.Instead, he looked out the window of the restaurant and let his mind ramble back to Morgan.He had a feeling she’d been as shocked as he was by that kiss last night.
