“What about Chinese?”
Cecilia Nakamura questioned as she flipped through the file lying
on her desk. She glanced up at Szymon Skubisz, seated at his
desk across from her. “I could go for some egg foo yung
right about now.”
“We always eat Chinese,”
Szymon responded. “Aren’t you tired of it yet?”
He inquired as he shook his head and handed her a picture. “Take
a look at this one,” he said.
Reaching for the picture, Cecilia
nodded. “That’s the perp from the video,” she
noted aloud as she set the picture down. “We don’t
always eat Chinese,” she added. “We eat other things.”
“We had Chinese three
times this week,” Szymon explained. “I’m egg foo’d
out.” Reaching for the picture, he held it up and smiled.
“Bingo,” he said. “We’ve got a name to go
along with this ugly face.”
“One case down, eight
million to go,” she sighed. “Then how about Italian?”
Szymon shook his head as he
tucked the photo into a folder and set it aside. “I get
heart burn,” he said. “We could do sandwiches from
that deli down the street.”
“Boring,” Cecilia
commented. “Besides, I ate there this afternoon. We have
to decide on something. I’m starving here. What are you
in the mood for?”
“I don’t know,”
Szymon answered. “Something light.”
“Light? Are you on a diet?”
Smiling, Szymon nodded. “I’m
watching my girlish figure.”
“If you don’t pick
something, I’m going to punch you in your girlish face,”
Cecilia teased.
Szymon rolled his eyes and
paused for a moment. “Let’s get Chinese,” he finally
said. Rolling her eyes, Cecilia reached for the phone on her
desk.
“The regular?” She
questioned as she glanced at Szymon.
Nodding, Szymon flashed her
a smile as his cell phone rang. Reaching for it, he flipped it
open and held it to his ear. “This is Skubisz,” he
said.
“Cayden?” He said
with surprise and caught Cecilia’s glance. “Wait, slow
down,” he said as he stood up. “What happened?”
“. . . and two egg rolls,”
Cecilia said as she watched Szymon move to the other side of
the room.
“What letter?” Szymon
questioned. “Cayden. Cayden! I need you to calm down,”
Szymon informed him. “Try to relax. No, don’t move
him. Don’t touch anything,” he said. “I’ll
be there right away. I’m leaving now.” Snapping his
phone shut, Szymon glanced over at Cecilia.
“No egg foo young?”
She questioned.
“I just got a call about
a dead cat,” Szymon explained.
“Gross,” Cecilia
responded, then paused. “Oh great! I just ordered Chinese
food and you’re talking about dead cats!” |
