Carolina Cottage Mission Rocker

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Detective Hinkle hurried into the room bearing two cups of coffee from the shop downstairs. “I’m sorry I’m late, Miller. Did I miss anything? I hope I didn’t miss something.”

Detective Miller could barely contain his excitement as he put down his binoculars. “Oh. My. Gawd. Robert, you are not going to believe what these people are up to now.”

Hinkle slid into the folding chair next to Miller and handed him a coffee. “Dang it. Stupid downtown commute. What happened?”

“WELL, guess who woke up in the wrong apartment this morning?”

Hinkle’s free hand covered his mouth. “No.”

“Yep.”

“NO.”

“I told you she would. It was only a matter of time before that sleazeball pulled it off.”

“But does she know about his other women?”

“Of course not,” Miller chuckled. “If she had some of the surveillance tape WE had, though, she wouldn’t have touched him.”

Hinkle shook his head. “I can’t stand that guy. He’s such a rat. I was really pulling for her to end up with that old lady’s nephew.”

“She ain’t old, rookie!” Miller snorted. “She’s probably younger than me!”

Hinkle laughed. “Hey, anyone over thirty’s pushing daises as far as I’m concerned! Speaking of which, how’s she doing?”

“Still has her blinds drawn. Say, how things with the couple next to her go during your shift? I didn’t have time to watch the playback. Did you ever figure out why the guy bought a Carolina Cottage Mission Rocker for their apartment? It still seems weird for a couple so young.”

“What are you kidding?” Hinkle took the binoculars as Miller stood up. “He obviously wants children but that wife of his clearly isn’t ready. Haven’t you seen the way he holds that new puppy while he’s sitting in the rich chocolate brown leatherette upholstered seat? He’s totally being passive-aggressive about it.”

“And that stuck up little wife of his is going to be full-on aggressive if the Super ends up making them get rid of that dog,” Miller said, packing away his stuff in a duffel bag and throwing it over his shoulder. “Her love of that puppy is about the only thing that makes her likable, I swear. I’m gonna head out. Don’t forget to call me if something big happens, okay? Thanks for the coffee.”

Hinkle didn’t bother putting the binoculars down. “No problem, old man. Oh hey, before you go, how’s our suspect doing?”

Miller had to think a moment before answering. “Yeah, nothing new to report. Same boring old stuff for now, I guess.”

Hinkle nodded. “Which window is his again?”

“Over there. Just glance at it every now and then, we’ll be fine. Anyway, see you tonight, buddy. Keep me posted on the sleazeball.”

In the Box:

• (1) Carolina Chair 4727-NC Mission Style Rocking Chair

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