Falling into step next to him, Weaver shook his head. It seemed the gesture de jour. “You’re worse than clueless, Carr. Let me lay it out for you. He leaves lala land, where all of his buds are probably pushing him to go to dinner, party or whatever kinds of things they do. But they’re all going to make a big thing out of it. Now, remember, there are no big plans with you for anything. You’re not going to be home until well after midnight and probably beat. Only met him once, but Nick’s not stupid.” They cut down a side street to head through White Park. “I’m sure he understood you weren’t going to be dancing the night away somewhere. But, he leaves the promise of a big to-do, goes back to your crappy little apartment on the edge of the boonies, catches some Zs so that he can be awake and spend his birthday with you. And what happens?” Passing through into the park, Weaver still had to up the volume of his voice to be heard over traffic noise. “You, suave cop, present him with a couple of takeout burgers and late night programming. No prezzies, as my kids say. No cake. Not even a goddamn card. And you think you told him happy birthday. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting clowns and bouncy houses, but maybe a candy bar with a candle in it.” Turning onto Chestnut, Weaver slapped Brandon on the back of his head. “Do you not understand what is wrong with that picture?”
On top of the wonderful relationship that is building between the two men we get to be involved in a case with Vietnamese gangs and everything that was involved. The police speak and procedure was just interesting. Again, what could have been dry informational stuff was brought to life.