I walked out of Donny’s with one idea and many more questions.
And that’s when an answer arrived: Officer Mia Mendoza.
She stood in the parking lot, hip against a street light, “How’s your day, Detective?”
After my failed romance with Abigail/Amanda Chester (it’s a long story…) during my last investigation, I had a healthy skepticism of my heartstrings. But, without breaking a beat, I gave her my best puppy eyes, “Better now, Officer.”
I long held that the one rule of romance is don’t date another cop. Years of shoving feelings into tiny compartments does rough work on a soul. But here I was, staring into an officer’s eyes.
“Detecti—-”
“Please, call me Jack. Detective is what Joe the parking cop calls me.”
“Ok, Jack. I think we found something.”
She started walking me over to a cordoned-off section of the lot. I was distracted but tried to keep focused.
Mia pointed down at the ground. Holy...the murder weapon, a gun with what appeared to be a very bloody palm print.
Who was this angel? Showing me the light, looking like that. Sometimes the things we wish for do come true.