He thought when he finished here, he'd pay an unannounced visit to Jen Kelly. "Coffee break?" he suggested. "If anyone's looking for me," Charlie told the receptionist, "I'm in the cafeteria." Charlie pointed to an empty table by the window. "Why don't you grab that one. I'm having coffee. You want something?" He did. He wanted a clue. He wanted the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. He wanted his knee to stop hurting. Wanted to put this homicide, and himself, to bed. "Diet Coke?" Charlie made a face and walked away. Burgess sat by the window, looking through streaky glass at the falling snow, allowing himself a recreational minute to think about Chris Perlin. Charlie arrived with the drinks and three donuts. "This time of day, I need sugar." "One of those donuts isn't for me?" "Sure, one's for you. Not 'cuz you're a cop. I just hate to sin alone. So..." He tore open two packages of sugar and poured them into his coffee. "You want to know about Dr. Unpleasant, huh. Ask any of the nurses who've worked with him.
