That was Bishop all right. Precise. Succinct. Why waste words even among friends?
“They all seem to know you very well,” Ann said as soon as the girl left. “You must come here often.”
His mouth slashed into a grim line. “Yeah. Ann’s brother was a member of our squad. He was killed last month in Beirut.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. So obviously D.C.’s your home.”
“I keep a small, walk-up apartment. Nothing fancy. A place to sleep when I’m in town. You planning on returning permanently to the States?”
“I think so. As soon as I settle this custody battle over Brandon, I’ll go back to Kourou and pack up.”
Mike shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about Brandon’s custody. Sounds like a slam dunk to me.”
Her hopes soared. “You really think so? Mr. Waterman didn’t sound too encouraging.”
“He’s a priss. Are you planning on legally adopting the kid?”
“If I’m allowed to. I don’t know the rules in a situation like this, but I’m going to get a lawyer and find out. If I can’t, I’ll have to settle for just being his guardian, but I would love to legally have him as a son.”
“No boyfriend to object.”
“That’s right. Even if I had one, it wouldn’t do him any good to try. I love Brandon. What about you, Bish…ah, Mike? First night back in town. I’d have thought you’d want to hook up with a girlfriend instead of baby-sitting me. After all, this dinner tonight is in the line of duty.”
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