“What would you think about meeting me some time?” Resnick asked. “A drink or something. After work.”
He imagined her staring at the phone, surprised, maybe slightly embarrassed, maybe pushing one hand up through her silver-gray hair.
“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I’ll have to think about it. I’ll let you know.” And she hung up.
Resnick placed the receiver and went out into the CID room, hoping not too many people would notice the smile beginning to form on his face.