Sometimes the coffee shop feels like madness with its disjointed laughter, voices floating in and out of focus, and confusion building at the base of my skull. Then it all clears, it all finds rhythm and pattern. The insanity becomes complexity and the complexity begins to open the floodgates of my mind. My soul slides towards oblivion, but I wonder if oblivion and eternity are one and the same.
Spinning around this thought I found myself staring blankly towards the coffee counter. She strode into the space between carried by legs that must have cost a fortune or been the gift of a lecherous god. She said something that I missed the first time and had to repeat, "Hey, Wolf, are you listening? I said that I've got a job for you. So finish that coffee and let's get a move on."
Yeah, CJ, I heard ya," I replied while letting my eyes wander up he legs, her soft curves, and finally came to rest on her narrowed and furious eyes.
"Watch your eyes, Wolf, or I'll snatch 'em right outta your head," CJ said.
"I'm a detective, it's my job to look," I replied, smirking at her, "and is that any way for the daughter of a billionaire CEO to talk?"
"I've said dirtier things to you," she said as a mischievous smile spread across her face.
"Care to say a few more?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said as she slapped a small stack of papers onto the table in front of me, "Pick up those fucking papers and start reading them on the way to the goddamn car. We've got work to do and I don't have time for your bullshit."
