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sitting up again. “Not that horrible woman who handcuffed me and let her guys destroy my office looking for something that turned out to be a prank?”
    “No, not her. I promise. Her replacement, and trust me, you’re gonna wish it was the prank lady back again. This new detective gives even me the creeps. She’s always looking at you like she’s thinking of eight different ways to kill you using only objects within her reach.”
    Stacy looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack, but Rod started laughing. “I’m just kidding,” he finally managed to say. “But the look on your face was incredible. No, I’m on this case. I’m here to ask you a few questions, but since I understand this is your first experience with murder… oh wait, you’re second… I mean, wait… carry the one… how many dead people have you been involved with again?”
    “You’re not funny. You think you are, but you’re not. Now I’ll ask you to go, I have work to do,” she answered frostily, standing up and heading towards her desk. Rod stood up and blocked her path.
    “Okay, all kidding aside, I really am the detective assigned to this case and I really do have some questions. Like why aren’t you cooking dinner for Nathan anymore? He thought you’d at least cook for him.”
    “I am not answering questions about my marriage! Wait a minute, I take that back. I’m not answering your questions without my husband present. It’s an old Southern law, but it’s still on the books. I don’t have to say another word to you until my husband gets here.”
    “Oh, well. Since you’re turning all anti-feminist on us, I guess I’ll just pull up a chair right next to your desk and wait.” Rod reached for one of the conference table chairs across from where Jeremiah was still sitting, watching their argument unfold. With the chair nestled as close to the side of Stacy’s desk as possible, Rod lowered himself into it, plopped his elbows up on her desk, and put his chin in his hands, staring at her intently.
    “Nathan will be back later,” Stacy hinted. “Why don’t you just come back then? Mandy can even help you make an appointment for a time that is mutually agreeable for both of us.”
    “Ah, but Nathan won’t be back until well after three o’clock. He drove down to the farmer’s market in Alphia.”
    “How do you know that?” Stacy demanded. “Have you been following us?”
    “No. He told me at lunch that’s where he was headed,” Rod said with a nonchalant shrug. Stacy fumed.
    “You had lunch with my husband? What kind of detective are you? Are you the kind who digs up dirt on people with the express purpose of ruining their happiness, all because he has no happiness of his own?”
    “No happiness of my own? Are you kidding? I’ve been dating Tori for over two months! You seriously think I’ve been spending my time here just so I can annoy you? Wake up, sister. And I’ll have you know, I had lunch with Nathan because I hadn’t given you two your wedding present. He was nice enough to meet me.”
    Stacy’s fuming annoyance softened slightly. “You didn’t have to get us a present…”
    “Oh, don’t worry. It’s nothing too big, just something from the evidence room auction. It’s a classic Corvette, we took it off a known drug dealer turned thug. You guys will want to get the blood out of the passenger’s seat before you drive it. Guy got his head blown off right in that seat. Made kind of a mess.”
    “Aw, thanks for the blood-stained car! I was totally gonna register for that, but they didn’t have any at Griffin’s!” Stacy rolled her eyes at Rod before throwing herself into her chair hard enough to make it spin away from the desk momentarily.
    “Don’t be cranky, and just answer my questions. Nothing too weird, just the usual. You should know them by heart by now.” He slid a piece of paper where he’d already written some of the questions down across the desk for her to read over. She