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want you guys reporting to me every hour on the hour. I want to be able to keep people abreast of what’s going on. Damn shame,” Geiger said.
    “Yeah, really,” I replied.
    We just stood there, almost as if we were offering a moment of silence for the deceased. It was uncomfortable. I fumbled with the change in my pocket.
    “Well, I guess we should get to work, eh?” I said.
    “Probably a good idea.” Geiger glared at me, as if to say my attitude better stay in check on this one. I never really had any problems with him, but he didn’t always appreciate my laconic wit. I never can find the right audience.
    Rick and I made our way to our desks, and I checked my phone for messages. I had none. Rick seemed to be doing the same thing. He made a call. By the manner in which he spoke, I could tell it was his wife. She had him by the balls. He kept nodding and saying “okay” a lot. I wondered if she let him take his genitals out of the box she had them stored in when he had to go to work. I could hear it. “Please honey, all the other guys at work get to take theirs. I’ll look like an idiot not having mine.”
    “You know how you get when you wear your balls, dear.”
    “I’ll be good, I swear. Please?”
    “Maybe next time.”
    I couldn’t imagine an existence like that. Yeah, Rick certainly had sissy tendencies, but he was a decent looking guy who had a lot going for him. A little annoying, I suppose, but still an okay guy. Instead of finding someone to mutually get along with, he got stuck with a woman who controlled his life from top to bottom.
    Rick hung up the phone, and caught me watching him. I could see the embarrassment on his face. Defeated. By a woman. He must have known my opinion on that. He fumbled with some papers, took a swig from a bottle of water he always kept at his desk, and then got up to come over to me.
    “Okay,” he said, dropping a file on my desk, “That’s Coltrain’s report.”
    “You told me what was in it. I don’t need to read it.”
    “I thought you might want to take a look at it.”
    “Waste of time.”
    “Okay.” He took the file back. “You want to go speak to him?”
    “So he can tell me what it says in the report?”
    Rick shrugged, and I wondered exactly how he got the gold badge in the first place. After thinking about it, I attributed his temporary stupidity to his enthusiasm. He wanted to get rolling, and I couldn’t blame him. He was just a little too much for me. I think he was a little too much for anyone. Especially his wife.
    “Any word on Mrs. Mullins?” I asked.
    “9:15 flight out of the Bahamas. Commercial.”
    “No corporate jet?”
    “The partner has it, in Amsterdam.”
    “Anyone contact him?” One would think the second in command, at least on the corporate side of Mullins’ life, would have been notified of his death. Then again, you never know with people. They can be shockingly inept.
    “Yes. He’s at a convention. Will be back Friday.” If you can’t already tell, Rick’s short answers indicated his excitement. He didn’t mean to be rude, but his ballsack, devoid of testicles, rose higher and higher in his crotch as he thought about this case. Nice visual, I know.
    “We should talk to him as well. If anyone will know something about Mullins’ state of mind, it’ll most likely be him.” Rick jotted something down.
    “What time is Mrs. Mullins getting in?”
    “Flight touches down about 12:45,” Rick said.
    “Someone greeting her there?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    “Maybe we should.”
    “At the airport?” Rick asked.
    “Why not? This way she doesn’t get a chance to formulate any kind of story. I don’t want her concocting something. She’s already had some time on the plane to think of a plan. You never know.”
    Rick’s face took on a strange look. “We’re not considering her a suspect, are we?”
    I took a breath. Mrs. Mullins as a suspect. She was in the Bahamas as far as I knew, with a rock solid