Terminal 9 by Patricia H. Rushford

Author:Patricia H. Rushford
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2010-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

GET SOME SLEEP LAST NIGHT?” Kevin asked as Mac dragged into the office at seven-thirty, still in the process of looping his tie around his neck.

“A little. I’d love to have slept in though.” Mac didn’t mention that an hour of his sleeping had been done on Kristen’s sofa, or that he hadn’t gotten home until almost midnight.

“I know the feeling.” Kevin turned back toward his own office. “Once you get a cup of coffee, let’s meet in the briefing room—say in about fifteen minutes. Dana and Jan ran out to get scones or something; they’ll be right back.”

Mac peered into the briefing room, surprised to see Philly and Russ already inside and jawing about yesterday’s events.

Don’t these people ever sleep in? Mac finished with his tie and then bought a cup of coffee from the carafe in the break room. He didn’t exactly buy it. They had a donations cup to keep them supplied. Taking a sip of the bitter stuff, Mac wished he’d taken an extra few minutes to pick up some Starbucks on the way in. He met Dana and Jan on his way back to the briefing room. They were both laughing.

“My, aren’t we chipper this morning?” Mac growled. He stepped aside so they could enter the room first.

“It was hard getting up,” Dana said, “but I feel a lot better after hitting the gym.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” Mac paused the coffee midway to his mouth.

Dana laughed. “I wish I weren’t. I should have gone to the gym. Truth is, I rolled out of bed after hitting the snooze alarm a half-dozen times.” She sat down next to Mac and waved a small paper bag in front of him. “Here, grumpy, I brought you something. I didn’t know if you’d picked up breakfast or not.”

He opened the bag and sniffed appreciatively at the icing-covered pumpkin scone. “Mmm, my favorite. Thanks, Dana.” Mac pulled off a huge chunk and stuffed it in his mouth.

“I figured you could use a little pick-me-up.”

Mac washed down the bite with a swig of coffee. “You guessed right. I was thinking I might pour the coffee on my head this morning and let it soak in through my pores. I didn’t sleep all that well last night.”

Fortunately, Dana didn’t ask why. “Me too. It takes a while to make up for an all-nighter. I never got used to it, even on patrol. Working graveyard then going to court all day—not my idea of a good time. All you feel like doing on your days off is sleep.”

“Hey, what’s this?” Philly brushed remnants of a powdered donut from the front of his shirt. “You buy a scone for Mac and not me?”

“Like you really need another treat, Phil. What are you up to this morning, five?”

“Four, but who’s counting. Besides it takes a lot to fill my tank.”

Dana grinned at him. “Just saving you from yourself, big guy.”

Mac wolfed down another huge bite of scone and washed it down with coffee as Kevin and Sergeant Evans walked in.

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