I want someone at her apartment and my house no later than tomorrow." He tapped my arm and started writing again. Talk to Bob about taking you out of ...own this weekend, nothing special, but just far enough away and public enough that the killer will want to see what you're up to, I want Paul to sweep Bob's house.Out loud he said, "Okay, we'll just play this by the book for now. I hate to use civilians as bait but maybe we can get him to do something stupid. Put someone on them and see what. ”“That’s all right. I can see her on the TV just fine. No, I wanted to have a little chat with you. ‘Man-to-Man,’ as we used to say before everything became required by law to have a double-meaning.”“So, this isn’t a formal business call, and I don’t have to address you as Commander Whyte or Mr. Whyte CBE?”“I’ll let it slide this once.” Whyte replied.Troy sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote to see if he could find Helen on TV.“Are you calling to make me an offer, Mr. Whyte?” Troy. She took over and said you and me can just have sex and no problems if I wasn't so much older and a black woman ? I looked at her dead in the eyes and said that she was stunning and that age didn't have a factor in it at all. I said maybe we can meet up again and chat. She asked if I had to go and I said with a 30 minute ride obeying of me I had to stop drinking and go home or find another activity that didn't involve drinking. She said she knew of something but didn't know if I was for real.. Hank hadn't spoken more than ten or fifteen words to her all night.Not that she just moped around, doing nothing. She completed her tasks, as usual. Her waitressing wasn't affected by it, other than the fact that she was a little less patient with the flirters. Oddly, she didn't take out her feelings about Kris on them. It wasn't their fault and she knew that.It was just that life had returned to what it had been before Kris. She hadn't realized how drab that had been when she'd been living.