““Some things I need to deal with, that’s all.” “Such as…?” She wanted to keep the moment of frankness and camaraderie going. “Nothing I want to talk about.” Slam. Oh, forget it. If she was from Venus, Gould was from a planet in a galaxy that hadn’t yet been discovered. “I need food,” she announced with a conscious effort to change the subject. She was only thirty-one, but lately she’d noticed her brain didn’t function as well on an empty stomach. “Swing by a drive-through on the way back to Police Headquarters,””