It was after eight o'clock that evening when Jordan poked her head into Garret's office. He was on his cell phone, but motioned to her wait. Hanging up, he grinned at her. "It's Friday night…got a hot date?"
"Yeah, right, Garret. You know I have no social life." Jordan grinned back at him. "Unless you wanna be it. Stand you to a drink at the Pogue?"
"Sure, why not? But give me a few minutes to clear up the last of the paperwork here…speaking of which, young lady, where are your autopsy reports from today?" Garret tried to look stern, but couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice. He knew how much Jordan hated filling out the paperwork associated with her job, and could never resist hassling her about it.
"Aw, Garret! C'mon, it's late; I'll get them to you in the morning." Jordan added what she hoped was an ingratiating smile. "Please? I promise! No later than ten o'clock. Honest."
Garret chuckled. "Make that two drinks and you're off the hook. But it's still gonna take me a half an hour to get done here. Meet you there?"
"Sure, that's good. I need to start a load of laundry at Dad's anyway…the washers in my building are all broken. Still. It's been weeks. Poor Dad, he probably thinks I'm trying to move back in with him, I have so much clothing at his house right now!" Jordan headed for the door and shot another smile at Garret over her shoulder. "Thanks. See you in a bit."