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rolled my eyes and sighed. “Fine, but I don’t think you’re as bad as you think you are.” Before he could protest I continued. “So where are we going?”
“I need to check out the restaurant in order to make plans for tonight,” Ramos said. “Do you have the address?”
“Um… no. But I remember the name. It’s called The Blue Heron. Do you know it?”
He shook his head. “I may have grown up here, but I haven’t been back for years.” He was thinking a lot had changed, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from remembering the past. Stepping off the plane and smelling the air had brought it all back. It didn’t matter how long he’d been gone, a part of him would always know this place, and he realized he could never outrun his past. Good or bad, it had made him who he was today.
He huffed, pushing all thoughts of the past away. He had a job to do, and the sooner it was done, the better. “Let’s see if our GPS system can help us out.” He turned it on and started speaking to it. “Orlando restaurants. The Blue Heron.”
A British-sounding voice responded with directions, and Ramos grinned with satisfaction, like he’d just performed a major accomplishment.
“You just love it when things work right, don’t you?” I asked.
“I certainly do,” he said. “Lots better than asking directions.”
Ramos drove through traffic with expert skill, and we pulled across the street from the restaurant in record time. Over four hours had passed since I had been there, but yellow tape still marked it as a crime scene. “I guess they’re not open for business yet,” I said.
“Looks that way,” Ramos agreed. “It might make it easier to break in later.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I think there must be a door that goes from the kitchen and out the back. At least that’s where Warren was headed when he got killed.”
Ramos studied the surrounding buildings, noting where the light poles were in relation to the parking lot. “I think we can sneak in the back without detection.” He was thinking about where to park the car and the route we needed to take. Putting the car into gear, he drove slowly around the block. “There,” he said with satisfaction. “We’ll back the car into that alley and go through the back to the parking lot behind it.”
“What about that fence?” I asked. “It “is” blocking the alleyway, you know.”
“Yeah,” he glanced at me, thinking duh in his mind. “We’ll climb over it.”
“You think I can do that? It looks kind of tall to me, but I guess if you brought a ladder, I could do it.”
“A ladder?” Ramos smiled. He figured I was serious, but no way would he be caught dead carrying a ladder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you over.” He envisioned pushing my ass up the fence and his smile got bigger.
“Stop that,” I scolded. “It’s chain link. I can probably climb it just fine by myself.”
“Good.” He congratulated himself, thinking his little ploy had worked like a charm.
“You…” I almost said ‘big lug,’ but punched his arm instead. It was like hitting a rock. I shook my hand and groaned.
He raised a brow in cool disdain. “Are you done?” he asked.
I frowned and Ramos chuckled. He enjoyed teasing me. “Let’s get to the hotel and have some dinner,” he said. “I have some calls to make.”
“Fine,” I agreed, slightly miffed. He sure knew how to push my buttons. Because of that, I wasn’t about to ask him where we were staying. Besides, the way we’d been communicating, it was almost easier to pick it up from his mind and not waste my breath.
Ramos directed his attention to the road, leaving me in the dark. How his brain worked continually amazed me. Most people thought of lots of things at once, but not Ramos. He was real good at compartmentalizing his thoughts. Right now he was thinking of which road to turn on, instead of our destination. It was starting to drive me nuts.
“We’re going to The
“I need to check out the restaurant in order to make plans for tonight,” Ramos said. “Do you have the address?”
“Um… no. But I remember the name. It’s called The Blue Heron. Do you know it?”
He shook his head. “I may have grown up here, but I haven’t been back for years.” He was thinking a lot had changed, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from remembering the past. Stepping off the plane and smelling the air had brought it all back. It didn’t matter how long he’d been gone, a part of him would always know this place, and he realized he could never outrun his past. Good or bad, it had made him who he was today.
He huffed, pushing all thoughts of the past away. He had a job to do, and the sooner it was done, the better. “Let’s see if our GPS system can help us out.” He turned it on and started speaking to it. “Orlando restaurants. The Blue Heron.”
A British-sounding voice responded with directions, and Ramos grinned with satisfaction, like he’d just performed a major accomplishment.
“You just love it when things work right, don’t you?” I asked.
“I certainly do,” he said. “Lots better than asking directions.”
Ramos drove through traffic with expert skill, and we pulled across the street from the restaurant in record time. Over four hours had passed since I had been there, but yellow tape still marked it as a crime scene. “I guess they’re not open for business yet,” I said.
“Looks that way,” Ramos agreed. “It might make it easier to break in later.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I think there must be a door that goes from the kitchen and out the back. At least that’s where Warren was headed when he got killed.”
Ramos studied the surrounding buildings, noting where the light poles were in relation to the parking lot. “I think we can sneak in the back without detection.” He was thinking about where to park the car and the route we needed to take. Putting the car into gear, he drove slowly around the block. “There,” he said with satisfaction. “We’ll back the car into that alley and go through the back to the parking lot behind it.”
“What about that fence?” I asked. “It “is” blocking the alleyway, you know.”
“Yeah,” he glanced at me, thinking duh in his mind. “We’ll climb over it.”
“You think I can do that? It looks kind of tall to me, but I guess if you brought a ladder, I could do it.”
“A ladder?” Ramos smiled. He figured I was serious, but no way would he be caught dead carrying a ladder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you over.” He envisioned pushing my ass up the fence and his smile got bigger.
“Stop that,” I scolded. “It’s chain link. I can probably climb it just fine by myself.”
“Good.” He congratulated himself, thinking his little ploy had worked like a charm.
“You…” I almost said ‘big lug,’ but punched his arm instead. It was like hitting a rock. I shook my hand and groaned.
He raised a brow in cool disdain. “Are you done?” he asked.
I frowned and Ramos chuckled. He enjoyed teasing me. “Let’s get to the hotel and have some dinner,” he said. “I have some calls to make.”
“Fine,” I agreed, slightly miffed. He sure knew how to push my buttons. Because of that, I wasn’t about to ask him where we were staying. Besides, the way we’d been communicating, it was almost easier to pick it up from his mind and not waste my breath.
Ramos directed his attention to the road, leaving me in the dark. How his brain worked continually amazed me. Most people thought of lots of things at once, but not Ramos. He was real good at compartmentalizing his thoughts. Right now he was thinking of which road to turn on, instead of our destination. It was starting to drive me nuts.
“We’re going to The
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