Lot’s return to Sodom by Sandra Brannan

Author:Sandra Brannan [Brannan, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Greenleaf Book Group Press
Published: 2011-06-29T22:00:00+00:00

I had been afraid that my unexpected but necessary stop at Mrs. McKinney’s house for a fresh baked brownie and a glass of milk was going to throw my timing off with Coach Vincent. But after I spilled the truth, Pam’s mom let me off the hook. And she confirmed the idea that I shouldn’t worry about Char, that she was always running away from time to time and that she would return home soon. Mrs. McKinney also promised not to tell the Freeburgs about me spying on them if I promised not to do it again. Ever.

I spotted him instantly when I came into the retro diner. Coach Vincent was sitting in one of the back booths, grinning and waving at me. He was shorter than I remembered, thinner. In his late forties or early fifties, he had a lot less hair than I recalled, and the blond was more ash gray, swept over his scalp in the same style he had worn when I was a teen. His baby blue eyes were no less penetrating than they used to be.

“Hi, Coach,” I greeted him.

Coach rose to his feet and we embraced. “Liv, you’re getting around better than what I expected.”

His wide, friendly smile was disarmingly charming and as genuine as always, more handsome than I remembered.

“What were you expecting?”

“Have a seat,” he said, motioning to the other side of the booth.

I slid in slowly and repeated, “No, really, Coach, what have you heard about me? Are you disappointed that I’m not on crutches?”

Coach Vincent laughed. “Oh Liv. You could always make me laugh. No, I’m glad you’re ambulatory.”

I wasn’t trying to be funny. I really wanted to know what he’d heard. But before I could say so, he added, “I’m so sorry to hear about Michelle Freeburg. I knew your brother was dating her. How’s he taking all this?”

I nodded. “He’s pretty broken up about it. How’d you know they were dating?”

“Well, I saw her down at the courthouse about three weeks ago. She was excited about graduating and being accepted into medical school. She told me she was serious about the guy she was dating. Even talked marriage. But I didn’t know it was Jens until a friend of mine told me yesterday. Bob Shankley. He’s the agent working this case. Works for the FBI,” he said.

The waitress interrupted us and said, “What can I get you, Chief?”

He ordered a slice of pie and a cup of coffee. I ordered the belly buster burger with a side of fries and a Diet Coke. The brownie just didn’t satiate.

“Chief?” I asked, as the waitress scooted toward the kitchen. “I thought it was Mayor Vincent now.”

He grinned. “Former chief of police. Old habits die hard, you know. Like you calling me Coach, right?”

Coach Vincent didn’t look like a chief. Or a mayor. Or a local hero. He looked like a normal guy. He could have passed for a former track star in his youth, small and strong. Or maybe even a semiprofessional baseball player.

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