Chapter 12
Brass filled a glass with water from Sara's
refrigerator and sipped. He leaned against the
counter.
Grissom kept glancing at Sara's closed door.
"Cookie give you any trouble?"
"Not much."
"She's learning...valuing herself more. So what's wrong?"
"She asked about Heather."
"Shit. What did you tell her? "
"The truth."
"What did she say?"
"Not much."
Grissom ran a dejected hand over his beard. Brass felt sorry for his friend.
"You still going with her?"
"Yeah"
"Good."
Grissom frowned and looked at Brass. "Where are we going anyway?"
Brass offered a cryptic smile.