Who: Grace and Gus. What: Chinese food and case discussion. When: Wednesday, evening. Where: Gus’s place. Rating: PG. Status: Complete The Sheriff had turned up some interesting things when he’d started to investigate one Isabel Fane, but a lot of his leads went suddenly on Tuesday, followed by a rather strongly worded letter from Fane’s attorney. He’d been forced to back off immediately, of course, but at least he’d gotten some nibbles. Unfortunately, he didn’t think they were going to be of any use. Until he had a concrete reason to really start digging on the DJ, he’d have to make due with things that were public record.
And it was a little bizarre how little public record someone who had lived in Babylon for six years even had.
Wednesday was catch-up day with Grace, though, and so he’d picked up Chinese food on his way back from work. It felt like stereotypical cop fuel to him, reminding him of his detective days, where they’d work all hours trying to crack cases, fuelled entirely on caffeine and MSG laden foods. He was only just setting two big paper bags on his coffee table when the headlights of Grace’s Jeep lit up the still-dark living area. Gus flicked his lights on so she didn’t think he hadn’t gotten home yet and opened the door to greet her, smiling and waving her in out of the cold.
“Good timing, I just got here a few minutes before you,” he said, “C’mon in. Chuck your coat anywhere.”
Although they’d taken up jogging together in the summer, Gus didn’t think he’d ever actually invited her inside. To be fair, two years ago she was barely twenty. Now, she was... still barely in her twenties, but somehow those two years made it a little less weird for a forty year old man to be having her over. Sort of.
“Hope you like spring rolls, because I got way too many,” he said, “I don’t think they heard me right on the phone.”