![]() “What do you take in your coffee? I have some muffins too, that my neighbor made.” Michael used the three short strides up the walk to gather himself. “What do you take in your coffee, young man?” ![]() We’ll have to go inside today, though there’s not much point in being out here when they start.” She waved at the silent machinery on the street. Sometimes I even get out before the sun is over those trees. “I always have my coffee on the porch in this nice weather. That surprise, coupled with his sudden awareness that the old lady was sitting on the porch waiting for him, must have showed on his ace for Mrs. So complete was his concentration that he found himself on the little flagstone walk at 13 Humberview before he realized it. He’d seen this bunch move in yesterday to rip up the street. When the crew started up at - he looked at his watch - seven o’clock only nine minutes away, there would be plenty of dirt and noise. He’d parked the patrol car father away than necessary for the same reason: to keep it clean. ![]() Buffing his black shoes to the proper wattage each morning was his least favourite activity and he had no intention of wasting the effort in his first call of the day. Police constable Michael Caldeon picked his way gingerly around the piles of gravel and dirt and dust-covered debris strewn about by the road repair crew.
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