Post by Parker Christiansen on Jun 5, 2010 22:08:10 GMT -5
Nora's laugh was something Parker had not heard nearly often enough and a sound he was getting the feeling he would never get tired of. Truth be told, to see her actually having a good time was more than a little pleasant. In fact, it was a very nice change from when he'd left her, scared alone and worried at home after dropping her off following grilling her about a murder in a park...
Yeah, he still didn't like the fact he had to act as though she was a suspect as well as a witness. If anything, Parker Christiansen could tell there was absolutely no malice in Nora Leanne Bryants, let alone enough to drive a blade with surgical precision into a woman's shoulder to nick the sub-clavian artery and incidentally cause death by massive blood loss in a way that only a skilled surgeon could prevent if it happened right in a surgical ward...
And as if on cue, Nora asked about the victim, and that was something Parker did not really want to deal with at that time, so instead he did deflect the question some. He remembered all too well the reaction he faced when he saw her husband and her children and gave them the news...
The Chief had said that good cops would have a lot of nightmares, and to Parker, this was to be one more.
"Well, you're ruled out as a suspect and I took the liberty of signing for your coat when it was released from evidence and I sent it in for cleaning."
And that was as far as Christiansen was willing to go with regards to that murder, especially today. Then, as if to break the sombre mood, Nora ordered and so did the cop. But unlike the girl, he elected for Mulberry's famous Good Morning Burger, which could easily be considered a heart attack in sandwich form for those whose physical condition was lacking; which was definitely not Parker's case. So he could afford, once in a while, the delicious combination of three-cheese omelette "patty", breakfast sausage and tomato on a sourdough bun, surrounded by Mulberry's legendary home fries.
As he was waiting for his food, the cop reached beside him. He was doubting if this was too forward, too brash, too fast. But at the point he was at, there was not much to be lost. At the very least, he would be having breakfast with Nora. And it was not as though he'd asked her to pop under the table like some cheap floozy...
And as such, he grabbed his spare helmet, to which some old-fashioned aviator goggles were strapped, and he slid it over to Nora's side. "I was wondering if you'd like to come and ride with me after we're done eating..."
Yeah, he still didn't like the fact he had to act as though she was a suspect as well as a witness. If anything, Parker Christiansen could tell there was absolutely no malice in Nora Leanne Bryants, let alone enough to drive a blade with surgical precision into a woman's shoulder to nick the sub-clavian artery and incidentally cause death by massive blood loss in a way that only a skilled surgeon could prevent if it happened right in a surgical ward...
And as if on cue, Nora asked about the victim, and that was something Parker did not really want to deal with at that time, so instead he did deflect the question some. He remembered all too well the reaction he faced when he saw her husband and her children and gave them the news...
The Chief had said that good cops would have a lot of nightmares, and to Parker, this was to be one more.
"Well, you're ruled out as a suspect and I took the liberty of signing for your coat when it was released from evidence and I sent it in for cleaning."
And that was as far as Christiansen was willing to go with regards to that murder, especially today. Then, as if to break the sombre mood, Nora ordered and so did the cop. But unlike the girl, he elected for Mulberry's famous Good Morning Burger, which could easily be considered a heart attack in sandwich form for those whose physical condition was lacking; which was definitely not Parker's case. So he could afford, once in a while, the delicious combination of three-cheese omelette "patty", breakfast sausage and tomato on a sourdough bun, surrounded by Mulberry's legendary home fries.
As he was waiting for his food, the cop reached beside him. He was doubting if this was too forward, too brash, too fast. But at the point he was at, there was not much to be lost. At the very least, he would be having breakfast with Nora. And it was not as though he'd asked her to pop under the table like some cheap floozy...
And as such, he grabbed his spare helmet, to which some old-fashioned aviator goggles were strapped, and he slid it over to Nora's side. "I was wondering if you'd like to come and ride with me after we're done eating..."