
About Police Navidad, Inches of Trust 6
by AR Moler
17 pages / 3600 words
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Detective Tristan Blake spends Christmas day at work. This is a conscious
choice on his part, because it provides him with a magnificently convenient
excuse to avoid his unsupportive family. It’s an equally planned choice to
spend Christmas night with his lover Brian Townsend. Dinner with friends of
Brian’s is followed by a heartfelt gift exchange at Tristan’s brownstone,
but when the morning brings a visit from Tristan’s furious mother, can Brian
weather the storm?

Sample
I thought Yorkshire pudding was that stuff you pour
brandy over and set on fire," said Tristan. Brian Townsend just shook
his head. The cell phone in his hand was quiet for a moment. "Brian? Are
you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm still here. You're thinking of a Christmas pudding. Yorkshire
pudding is this kind of puffy doughy bread. My mother cooks hers in a
cast iron frying pan. We usually have it with gravy on top. Christmas
pudding is just plain nasty. My parents like it. I think the stuff ranks
up there with fruitcake, as having better uses as a doorstop."
"So your friends, Diane and Kevin, are having a pretty traditional
American Christmas dinner?"
"Unfortunately. What time do you think you'll manage to skate out of
work?" Brian asked. Homicide Detective Tristan Blake was working
tomorrow, aka Christmas day. He was currently o"n desk duty after having
been pushed down a flight of subway steps by a suspect he was chasing.
He had badly sprained his wrist and done some ligament damage according
to the orthopedic surgeon. It would be several weeks before it was
anywhere near healed.
"Sometime after six, if I'm lucky."
"You have the address for Diane's house?" Brian asked.
"Yes."
"Good, see you there. And Tris'... police Navidad," Brian said, drawing
out the enunciation.
This evoked a serious groan from Tristan. "I'll bet you've been waiting
forever to use that one."
Brian laughed and responded, "Yep."
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