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The Blind Date

Detective DiMarco would rather have been on a stakeout than to be sitting in this restaurant waiting on his blind date. “Why was that?” He wondered. All the elements were here for a nice, romantic dinner: dim, intimate lighting, soft piano music, and tables set up for only couples.   He began to scan the room, wryly hoping that there could be a crime in progress to liven the mood. DiMarco began to recall how he got into this situation. A couple of weeks ago, Rosie in the Records Department had tracked him down at the station. She had come to inform him that her best friend had a daughter who was single. As they were playing mahjong, the woman had been complaining that her daughter couldn’t find a decent man. “I told her I knew an eligible bachelor who was more than decent!” Rosie chortled, poking at DiMarco’s chest. “A regular boy scout and handsome to boot!” DiMarco didn't necessarily consider himself handsome. If he was in a lineup, he would be described as 6 feet tall, broad sho