Jessie keyed in Zach's cell phone number. "What do you want?" he snapped.
"My, my, aren't we the feisty one tonight."
"What are you doing?" he asked in a softer voice.
"I'm on my way over to your house and thought I'd make sure you were home when I got there."
"Good. Pick up dinner on your way." He suggested.
"Do you have wine to go with Thai food?" she asked.
"I have a Riesling chilling in the fridge."
She grinned. She could always count on him to have the wine. "Good, pop the cork. I'll be there in about a half-hour, so set the table outside, okay?"
"You got it. Hurry up. I want to talk to you about my case," he said.
"Yeah, and I with you."
Exiting the train, she weaved her way through the crowded tunnel and rushed up the stairs and out to the street. Checking her phone to f
