She is a freelance writer for fashion magazines and on-line blogs so she is pretty dressed up where ever she goes. I got home one Friday evening from...an afternoon shift. I knew she was home because her car was in the driveway. The house was dark as I made my way to the second floor and down the hall to our bedroom. Only a light from the bedroom as I entered the room finding her not there. There was a sultry voice from the on-suite bathroom as I took my jacket off.“Is that you darling?”. Otherwise I could keep on pushing through the pain.So it was almost 5PM when I started my tour. Most of the older buildings were clustered around the railroad tracks, so I began walking in that direction. If I were to walk two blocks in either direction the density and age of the buildings changed drastically. Three blocks south of the tracks and one block over was Ed's converted gas station. A couple of blocks east of main street four blocks down Jennifer's modern building sat among other one. That would mean that it would be eight in LA. Extracting myself from the multiple ladies without waking them was difficult, but doable. I slipped workout clothes and running shoes on before grabbing my cell phone and going downstairs to my office off the lounge. There was a small Mr. Coffee on the bar that was set on automatic and already made, so I poured a mug and went to my desk.I used my contact list to call Kelly’s cell so that she could see it was me who was calling.“Good morning, Chief.. The look on her face was at first surprise before her smile told me that we were good. I almost went back for a second one when I realized we had an audience. Anna Marie had witnessed out little tableau and stood by the hallway entrance, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in surprise. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she turned and ran down the hallway.“It’s good to be back, Nico,” she said quietly.“It’s great to have you back,” I agreed.Neither of us had any more to say, but the scant few.