Peter Burke gazed downward at his watch. Half past. Caffrey hadn't been late yet, what was different about today?
"Diana!" Peter waved his assistant down. "Cover for me, I'm going over to Caffrey's."
"Got it,"
An hour later Peter
stood on Caffrey's front step. "Hey June, Neal here?"
"No,
he's out with Mozzie," She replied with a smile.
Peter stared at her in
confusion. "Sorry?" He thought he may have misunderstood.
"Mozzie?"
June covered her lips with her fingertips, her
smile fading. She wasn't sure if Neal had wanted Peter to know
about Mozzie. She fondly remembered her own husband's odd ways.
"Yes," She said reluctantly, "Would you like to come in Peter?
They should be getting back soon."
"You know what, I think I will." Peter was curious about Mozzie. He had seriously thought he had known everything about Neal's life.
"So Neal never told you about Mozzie? Sweet man really, quite intelligent too,"
"Did he ever mention
what they were doing?"
"No… Why? Is Neal alright?"
Suddenly the door opened and abruptly was slammed shut again. Neal looked murderous as he hung his coat up. A bald man with thick square glasses followed anxiously after Neal.
"Neal, really! Come on, I'm trying as hard as I can!" The man stopped short. "Hello June, I didn't know you had guests," The man offered a wave to Peter.
Neal jerked his head
in their direction. "Peter?" He acknowledged him. "What are you
doing here?"
"Well you didn't show up to work,"