“Hi Mike, what have you got for me, something good I hope”.
“I am afraid not Sam. The FBI came back negative, sorry Sam. I will keep my eyes open for the car and give you a call if I hear anything”.
“Thanks Mike. Who did they pull out of the river”?
“Some homeless guy, he was probably drunk and fell in. Why do you ask”?
“Nothing really, I just heard them call to you when we were speaking before”.
“Talk to you soon Sam. Think about dinner one night this week”.
“Alright I’ll think about it and let you know”.
Samantha was attractive with medium brown hair and light brown eyes. She stood five foot eight in stocking feet and wore a size ten in clothing. She was also a marksman and carried a 9mm., hand gun. She also owned several other pistols, including a 357 magnum and a 44 caliber hand gun also a small 22 caliber that she kept in her purse. She taught Connie how to shoot at the gun range and got licenced to carry a firearm. Connie kept a 38 caliber in her desk at work. She did not care for guns but Sam convinced her that it’s better to be safe than sorry. If they worked late Connie carried the pistol in her purse until she was safely home.
Sam was not romantically involved with any one for some time. She did have a boyfriend when she was a detective and they lived together for a while, but it didn’t last long. He couldn’t stand the hours she had to work, he was not in law enforcement. They parted friends.
Mike Dunn was a good friend but it seemed to Sam that if she started dating him their friendship would end. She liked Mike but was afraid to get close to anyone. Her childhood and teen years were tumultuous and she didn’t or couldn’t trust people.
Locating Ben Hewitt was tougher than Sam thought it would be. She needed Janet to give her more information. Connie made an appointment for Sam to speak to her again at her condo on Thursday evening at eight pm.. On Wednesday Connie knocked on her office door about three in the afternoon and announced that Mike Dunn wanted to speak with her. “Show him in”.
“Hi Mike, what can I do for you”?
“I want to know why you keep dodging me”.
“I’m not dodging you”.
“Then why won’t you have dinner with me”?
“I, um, I’m very busy right now working on a case”.
“Does that mean you don’t eat”?
“No! I eat but there’s no set time”.
“Sam, you know I’m crazy about you so why don’t you give me a chance to wine and dine you. You just might enjoy yourself”. Sam giggled and blushed.
“Alright Mike. I’m free Friday evening, are you”?
“It just so happens that I am, is it a date then”?
“Yes, yes it’s a date. I just hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship”. Mike walked around her desk and took her hand, she stood up and he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently on the lips.
“I have just broken our friendship”. He smiled. “Do me a favor Sam, don’t wear jeans on Friday night, OK”? She gave him a playful shove.
“I promise no jeans”.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at eight”. He walked out smiling. Connie gave him a thumbs up as he left.