Undercover Protector
"THANKS, GORDON." Maggie Fitzgerald took the cup of coffee from her favorite techie's hand and weighed the pleasure against the pain of taking a sip.
Her doctor said she should cut back on the caffeine if she ever wanted to get rid of her ulcers. But the smell of coffee—even the crappy stuff from the bakery on the corner—was too much to resist. She tore open the small square on the plastic lid and took a sip.
She was so used to her ulcers at this stage, what would be the point of getting rid of them?
Gordon collapsed into the stiff reception chair beside hers and stared at Deputy Walters" closed office door.
"So." Gordon yawned but talked through it. "Why do you suppose we got the royal summons at 6 a.m. on a Saturday?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," Maggie said, watching the steam escape from the coffee cup.
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