“Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” I asked.

“Whatever it is you didn’t say at the station house, that you’ve been trying to figure out how to say for the past.” She glanced surreptitiously at her watch. “Thirty minutes.”

We sat on the deck of my boat. The gentle breeze cooled the temperature enough to make it pleasant to sit outside so long as cover provided protection from the sun. In route to the docks, my original plan consisted of arriving at my boat, and heading out onto the lake. 

Ultimately I decided to remain docked for the very reason I planned to leave. I had no idea how Veronica would take learning about the beatus vinculum, or the eros, or any of it. If she needed...

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