I guess I haven't written in here much lately. I haven't been very social either...I never really was terribly social. I find I am much more adaptable to situations with small, tight-knit groups rather than large, sprawling events with lots of people. Back in Baltimore, several of us detectives owned a bar. It was less about the people who went to the bar (thought the money I received was nice) and more about the group of us that owned it. Being cops was a part of it. After all these years, I think I still relate to cops the best. Of course the occasional smarmy lawyer manages to sneak in...but they're sneaky like that.
I will admit that now that Abbie's living with me, now that we don't have to go out and conform to society's archaic courtship rituals, the desire to stay in is great.
Meanwhile, there's also been...well, an addition...Most of you don't know about Lou Ann. I'd rather not explain. Suffice it to say that she's here, she's genetically my daughter, and uh...it's still quite new, and quite odd, and I'd rather not discuss it right now, at least not in such a public manner.
Email to: Det. Frankie Silvera
From: Det. John Munch
Subj: Lumberg trial
Silvera:
Apparently we're being called to testify...something about 'coercion'. Forced confession my ass. Let's get our stories straight and all that. I'll buy you coffee.
Munch.