Of course, sometimes no matter how hard you try to stay out of something, you can't. Because I'd answered my question, in trying to answer hers, I'd answered my own. And I didn't want to do that. I couldn't tell who one of them was.
He started to say something, glanced around at the other detectives, the uniforms, the crime-scene techs, and beyond that to the waiting ambulance, shook his head, and motioned me off to one side. It was like a piece of me never completely relaxed, not even when I slept, unless I was here, with the true dead. My car? I asked. I like a lot of things, Anita.
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