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hamburger joint offered bar-type seating in a half circle at the end of the dock.
“Me either. You made a good selection. They have the best fries anywhere.” Trejo turned sideways, and Carly felt his eyes on her. “You know, a person could hold you responsible for us losing Walt’s.”
“Me?” she asked, facing him with arched eyebrows.
“Hey, you discovered Correa was dirty. He fled, and then it was uncovered how much money he was stealing and that he was stonewalling the redo.” He held his hands up, palms out, as if he’d proved his point.
“So you’re saying you’d prefer to have a murderer and embezzler in charge of the harbor and marina so we could keep Walt’s?” Carly shook her head. Besides being responsible for embezzling the city’s redevelopment funds, Mario Correa, the old harbor superintendent, also shared culpability in the murders of Mayor Teresa Burke and Carly’s fellow officer Jeff Hanks.
“Just making an observation. Correa did have enough good taste to like the quaint old style of the marina.” His eyes twinkled, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Can we not talk about him? I’ll lose my appetite.”
“Fair enough.” Alex nodded and kept his dark eyes focused her way. “So, Edwards, you staying busy back out on patrol?”
Carly fiddled with her napkin, recognizing that Alex was trying to distract her, keep her from worrying about Joe. She could put on a brave face and spar with him, at least during lunch.
“Yeah, Joe and I work hard. It was great until this nightmare with A.J. We just caught a burglar inside the security office at Memorial.” She told him about Stanley Harper and Thomas Caswell, then toasted the event with a draw on the straw of her shake after the server put it down.
“Outstanding. Of course, I already knew you two made a good team. I’m the president of your fan club.” His phone jangled with a text, and he picked it up to check the screen. “I have to answer this.”
She waved him on, and he bent to the task.
Briefly she thought back to the first time she had anything to do with Trejo. He’d reported on an officer-involved shooting she’d been part of and blasted her, insinuating she had done something wrong and that there was a cover-up. Later, they crossed paths when he covered the investigation into the mayor’s murder. She’d hated him because of the way he wrote about the police department in general and her in particular. But circumstances forced her to trust him with some information, and once she got to know the forthright reporter, he’d gained her respect.
Since then, she’d frequently seen Alex in court. All the defendants arrested in connection with the mayor’s murder had been in court recently for various hearings. Carly had been subpoenaed for most of them and testified at a couple of preliminary hearings. Trejo had been subpoenaed for one or two and showed up to report on the others. Court appearances generally involved a lot of waiting around, so she and Trejo had chatted quite a bit.
This was the first time they’d gotten together in a social situation one-on-one, and Carly couldn’t help but notice Trejo was a very handsome guy. His thick black hair, combed back, was just long enough to tickle his collar now. It used to be long enough to tie back into a ponytail. He’d told her once in court that he cut the ponytail in case he was called on to testify; he figured a shorter hairstyle would make him more credible. Today he wore a T-shirt and shorts over a lean, muscular build, and his olive-colored skin looked healthy and unblemished. She wondered about his age and guessed it was close to her own.
His text finished, he looked up, and his eyes danced with life. “I’m familiar with Caswell; he’s a piece of work.”
“Do you know him personally or professionally?”
“Ha.” He smiled, showing straight, white teeth. “I’ve never had to hire him, if that’s what you mean.”
Carly laughed, and it felt
“Me either. You made a good selection. They have the best fries anywhere.” Trejo turned sideways, and Carly felt his eyes on her. “You know, a person could hold you responsible for us losing Walt’s.”
“Me?” she asked, facing him with arched eyebrows.
“Hey, you discovered Correa was dirty. He fled, and then it was uncovered how much money he was stealing and that he was stonewalling the redo.” He held his hands up, palms out, as if he’d proved his point.
“So you’re saying you’d prefer to have a murderer and embezzler in charge of the harbor and marina so we could keep Walt’s?” Carly shook her head. Besides being responsible for embezzling the city’s redevelopment funds, Mario Correa, the old harbor superintendent, also shared culpability in the murders of Mayor Teresa Burke and Carly’s fellow officer Jeff Hanks.
“Just making an observation. Correa did have enough good taste to like the quaint old style of the marina.” His eyes twinkled, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Can we not talk about him? I’ll lose my appetite.”
“Fair enough.” Alex nodded and kept his dark eyes focused her way. “So, Edwards, you staying busy back out on patrol?”
Carly fiddled with her napkin, recognizing that Alex was trying to distract her, keep her from worrying about Joe. She could put on a brave face and spar with him, at least during lunch.
“Yeah, Joe and I work hard. It was great until this nightmare with A.J. We just caught a burglar inside the security office at Memorial.” She told him about Stanley Harper and Thomas Caswell, then toasted the event with a draw on the straw of her shake after the server put it down.
“Outstanding. Of course, I already knew you two made a good team. I’m the president of your fan club.” His phone jangled with a text, and he picked it up to check the screen. “I have to answer this.”
She waved him on, and he bent to the task.
Briefly she thought back to the first time she had anything to do with Trejo. He’d reported on an officer-involved shooting she’d been part of and blasted her, insinuating she had done something wrong and that there was a cover-up. Later, they crossed paths when he covered the investigation into the mayor’s murder. She’d hated him because of the way he wrote about the police department in general and her in particular. But circumstances forced her to trust him with some information, and once she got to know the forthright reporter, he’d gained her respect.
Since then, she’d frequently seen Alex in court. All the defendants arrested in connection with the mayor’s murder had been in court recently for various hearings. Carly had been subpoenaed for most of them and testified at a couple of preliminary hearings. Trejo had been subpoenaed for one or two and showed up to report on the others. Court appearances generally involved a lot of waiting around, so she and Trejo had chatted quite a bit.
This was the first time they’d gotten together in a social situation one-on-one, and Carly couldn’t help but notice Trejo was a very handsome guy. His thick black hair, combed back, was just long enough to tickle his collar now. It used to be long enough to tie back into a ponytail. He’d told her once in court that he cut the ponytail in case he was called on to testify; he figured a shorter hairstyle would make him more credible. Today he wore a T-shirt and shorts over a lean, muscular build, and his olive-colored skin looked healthy and unblemished. She wondered about his age and guessed it was close to her own.
His text finished, he looked up, and his eyes danced with life. “I’m familiar with Caswell; he’s a piece of work.”
“Do you know him personally or professionally?”
“Ha.” He smiled, showing straight, white teeth. “I’ve never had to hire him, if that’s what you mean.”
Carly laughed, and it felt
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