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back," I assured her, turning the stroller in the direction of the lounge again.
    Dana nodded, her eyes still on Ricky. "God, the Informer is going to crucify him, aren't they?"
    I bit my lip. I had a bad feeling that if Bad Cop's scowl was any indication, the media was going to be the least of Ricky's problems.
     
    *  *  *
     
    Predictably, it was late when Ramirez finally got home that night. I'd already dropped Dana off at home, fed the babies again, microwaved a Lean Cuisine for myself (baby weight, thou art my mortal enemy!), and put the little ones down for the night, settling myself in front of a DVR-ed episode of Project Runway by the time he made an appearance at the front door.
    He looked tired, hungry, and like he needed a hug. I started with the third one.
    "Long day at the office?" I asked when I finally broke the embrace.
    He grinned down at me. "You could say that. Ever take the statements of nine different media-hungry celebrities in one day? I swear they gave the term 'drama queen' new meaning."
    I couldn't help but smile. "There's a cold six-pack in the fridge."
    Ramirez raised an eyebrow at me. "You're not trying to butter me up for something are you?"
    "Who me?" I asked, blinking innocently. "Of course not. I just thought you might like a cool drink while you tell me what happened to Irina today."
    Ramirez paused, one hand on the refrigerator door. "Uh-huh. I knew the six-pack came with a price."
    "Oh, come on." I swatted him on the shoulder. "She was found in Ricky's dressing room. That's my friend we're talking about. You can't keep me in the dark."
    Ramirez twisted the top off a bottle of beer and took a long swallow before answering. "Okay. I can tell you the basics."
    I leaned my elbows on the kitchen counter, giving him my full attention. "How did she die?" I asked.
    "Subdural hematoma."
    "Bump on the head?" I asked, translating.
    He nodded. "A big one." He paused, examining the refrigerator contents. "You eaten?"
    "I had a Lean Cuisine."
    "So, that's a no?"
    I shot him a look. "Unless you want a wife with a butt the size of the Hollywood Bowl, you're on your own for dinner."
    He stole a glance at my back end. "Looks good to me."
    "You," I responded, reaching up on my tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek, "are a very wise man. But you're still on your own for dinner."
    He shrugged, grabbing some lunch meat and a jar of pickles.
    "So, someone hit Irina on the head hard enough to kill her," I said steering the conversation back on track.
    Ramirez nodded. "Uh-huh. Back of the head. She would have been out cold instantly. Probably never even saw it coming." He grabbed a pickle from the jar and munched down on it.
    "Hit with what?" I asked.
    Ramirez shrugged. "M.E. hasn't determined the murder weapon yet. Nothing obvious was left at the scene."
    "So the murderer took the weapon with him," I mused out loud.
    Ramirez paused, pickle dangling in mid air. "Oh, no."
    "What?"
    "No way, Springer. I know that look in your eyes."
    "What? What look?" I asked innocently, stealing a sip of his beer to cover any unwanted "look".
    "The 'I'm thinking about sticking my nose in my husband's murder case' look. Not this time. You're supposed to be on maternity leave, being a stay-at-home mom, enjoying our babies, and relaxing."
    I shot him a look. "Relaxing? Seriously? Have you met our children? I think it's been three months since I've peed alone."
    He grinned. "But they're cute, aren't they?"
    "Very," I agreed. "And worth every sleepless, demanding moment, which is why I'm going to ignore the sexist undertones in their father's statement. However, what about Ricky?"
    "What about him?"
    "Those cops were looking at him like he was a suspect."
    "Look, leave Ricky's well-being to me."
    I narrowed my eyes. "So you'll make sure they know that Ricky did not kill that girl?"
    "I will make sure that all evidence is processed, all leads are followed, and the guilty party goes to jail."
    "You didn't mention Ricky's innocence in