I met Dr. Jack Daly in August.
It was a Saturday afternoon. I was at a party in Denver at my friend Judy Kaplan’s house. We were in the backyard and it was hot. It’s always hot in the summer in Denver. It was a good party. About fifty people were there and there were drinks and good food.
I walked around the backyard and talked to people. I had a drink and tried some food. And then,
I met Jack Daly.
“Hi,” he said. He had black hair and blue eyes. “My name’s Jack. Jack Daly.”
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Flick. Flick Laine.”
We talked a little. He told me he was a doctor
and that he worked at the University of Colorado
Hospital in Denver.
“What about you?” he asked me.
“I’m a detective,” I said. “Denver Police
“Oh, a cop!” he said with a smile. He had very white teeth.
I smiled back at him. “Yeah,” I said, “a cop.”
“So where’s your police car?” he said.