Chapter 55

I couldn’t help but grin. “Do tell.”

He winked my way. “I’ll do better; I’ll show.”

“Sounds dirty.” Dave did dirty well. Clorox would’ve run scared of Dave.

He shrugged. “Usually, but not this time. Now scoot,” he told me. “And see you in twenty.”

I scooted, which was hard to do because I had a bit of a stiffy at the time. Dave smiled. Dave winked. I grew harder. Me, always with the crises.

In any case, I got us both some coffee and donuts, and waited. I was sad. I was sad because I’d lost two good men. I was sad because I was going home with neither of them. And yet my smile returned as he appeared, a vision in white, eyes sparkling beneath the fluorescent lights.

He sat down. He took a sip of coffee. He took a bite of his donut. I pushed down on my willie. He smiled as he tossed a slip of paper my way.

I grabbed it. I knew what it was, seeing as I’d read it before. “It’s Rosemary O’Malley’s autopsy. Why are you showing this to me again?”