"Thanks hon." Charlie says as Terry puts a plate of food in front of him. "See guys she's already acting like the dutiful little gal she is."
Terry gives him a sarcastic smile as she sits down next to him.
"So Terry, I'm sorry I never caught your last name." Bobby asks with his glass of orange juice in midair. He takes a long sip as he waits for her response.
"DeMarco." Terry says, after a moment of hesitation.
"Any relation to Tom ?" Alex inquires.
"No." Terry says giving Alex a dirty look. She then glances over at Charlie eating his breakfast and gives a small smile as she takes a bite of a Danish.
Just then a chubby brunette woman with thick purple glasses walks by with a dish laden high with food. She glances over and sees Bobby. "Bobby Goren! How are you?"
Bobby squints a moment at her. "I'm sorry do I know you?"
"Oh how silly of me. I forgot my nametag." The woman says, juggling her plate to reach in her pocket and pull out her tag. "Its Kelly, Kelly Jenkins."
Bobby nearly chokes on his home fries as he covers his mouth.
Alex smiles politely at Kelly a moment. "You must have been the baton twirler?"
"Yeah I was." Kelly blushes. "I was a little thinner back then."
"A little?" Charlie chokes out.
Kelly glares a him.
"Oh yes, Charles Limpkin how can I forget you? You were the one that mooned the entire graduating class as you received your diploma. What other milestones have you reached in your life?" Kelly smirked
"I'm a successful accountant now and I'm engaged to Terry DeMarco here." Charlie says with a smile.
"Hmm, typical." Kelly says, dismissing him. "So, Bobby I hear you joined the CIA."
"Ah, no actually it's the NYPD. I attended Yale majoring in Psychology and then got recruited into the Army. After that I ended up with the NYPD where I'm now a detective." Bobby says.
"Oh, so you track down criminals?" Kelly asks, picking a piece of bacon off of her dish and eating it.
"Ah, yeah. What do you do Kelly?" Bobby turns the attention away from him and back to Kelly.
"Oh I'm a food critic for the Amherst Daily News. I also run a small business out of my home." Kelly says, proudly.
"Kelly, I'd like you to meet my wife, Alex" Bobby introduces, motioning towards Alex.
"Hi, Alex. What do you do?" Kelly inquires taking another bite of bacon.
"I'm also with the NYPD. I'm a...cop." Alex shrugs not caring if she didn't sound convincing. She was tired of lying anyways.
"So you give people speeding tickets and stuff?" Kelly asks.
Alex grumbles. "Yes, something like that."
"Hmm, interesting." Says Kelly looking from Alex to her food. "Did you all hear?"
"What?" Bobby asks.
"About Frankie Forte? He's dead. Apparently that heart attack last night at the picnic did him in. It's a shame, imagine having a fatal heart attack at only forty years old? Poor Candy is a widow and three months pregnant." Kelly says, sadly.
"He's dead?" Charlie asks, with his fork halfway to his mouth.
"Yeah, apparently he hadn't had any previous attacks, but his cholesterol was a little high according to Candy. She's already left to make the arrangements. His body has to be shipped all the way back to Nevada. Well, its been nice talking to you guys, but I've got to go eat this while its still warm." Kelly walks away and starts to sit down at a nearby table when she is stopped by another classmate. She immediately starts to relay the story of Frankie's tragic end again.
"Wow, Frankie's dead" Charlie says in amazement. "He was just so full of life. I can't believe he is really gone."
"Yeah. He was fine just before the picnic. Alex and I talked a moment with him and then we got in line to eat. What did he talk to you about Terry?" Bobby asks.
"Hmm?" Terry snaps to attention.
"Did Frankie give any indication that he wasn't feeling well?" Questions Alex.
"No, no I wasn't aware of any problem. I only asked him where the ladies' room was. We didn't really talk about anything." Terry drops her eyes to her plate.
"What's on the agenda for today?" Charlie asks Bobby.
"Nothing really. Everyone is just supposed to do their own thing. Tonight of course is the ball and the banquet. Tomorrow everyone goes home." Bobby shrugged. He was glad to be going back to the city and his real life.
"Got anything special planned?" Charlie asks, slyly.
"I thought I'd show Alex around Amherst. Give her a tour of all my childhood hangouts." Again Bobby shrugs.
"Great idea!" Says Charlie. "Mind if Terry and I tag along?"
"Actually..." Alex interrupts. "Bobby and I kinda wanted to spend the day alone. He's been working on a big case lately and we haven't had a lot of time to spend with each other. If you don't mind could we see you later tonight?"
"Sure, that's fine." Charlie gets up and helps Terry out of her chair. "We'll see you tonight at the ball. Whoever is there first saves the others a seat."
"Will do." Bobby says as they walk away.
"Ready to do a little investigative work Detective Eames?" Bobby asks.
"Yup!" Alex smiles. It felt good to be doing something familiar.
The two detectives push out their chairs and head out to the lobby of the hotel.
Pulling a quarter out of his pocket he lifts the receiver and puts it to his ear. Bobby inserts the quarter and waits for the operator.
"I need to make a call." Bobby tells the operator. "One Police Plaza. Yes, I'll hold." He knew that Haynes would be in his office. The other man was always in his office.