Deputy PorterChapter 168
"I need to see Mary Ellen," I said over my bowl of cereal that Sunday morning, "I'll bring her to the pub," The Brit said. He meant the building, we had worked on all week. It was still empty and on a Sunday afternoon the whole downtown would be. I loved The Brit at that moment. There was no question about what I was planning, or had I thought it through, there was a simple, I'll get her. I wanted to ride the bike or run but my butt was too sore for either. So I sat at the door of my...