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sketches?”
    “I’ll text it to you. Whatever you’re up to, make sure you’re careful,” Savage warned. “This guy might be old, but he killed a lot of people.”
    “Right,” I said, getting that squishy feeling in my stomach. “Maybe stay tuned in case I need bail money or need to go to the hospital.”
    “Ten-four. I’m going to pass on lunch today. I put on normal socks this morning because I haven’t done laundry in a while. No one would believe I’m gay in normal socks.”
    “True,” I agreed. “It’s probably for the best anyway.”
    Savage was a rule breaker. Which was probably why we got along so well. Though I wasn’t sure the FBI appreciated his rule breaking like I did…but he was the special agent in charge for the Savannah FBI satellite office, so he must’ve been doing something right.
    I disconnected and looked at Scarlet. “Let’s go catch the Romeo Bandit.”

Chapter Five
    Friday…
    B ecause Murphy’s Law had conspired against me, I wasn’t at all surprised to see Rosemarie Valentine at my door the next morning. I had no clue who Murphy was, but if we ever met face to face, I was going to punch him in the throat.
    I’d spent the night back at my mother’s house with an icepack on my nether regions in hopes the red puffiness from the waxing would go away before I had to take my clothes off at the Hidden Sunrise Naturist Community. Aunt Scarlet had changed her mind about the waxing since her skin was “as thin as paper” and she was afraid they’d rip it right off. She’d opted instead to have her pubic hair dyed hot pink.
    So when I opened the door to Rosemarie, standing there with a bright and cheery smile without an umbrella to protect her from the drizzle, I barely even swore at all. I was almost expecting it.
    “I’m playing hooky from school today,” she said. “This weather is making me sad, and I’ve been auditioning students for Evita all week. I need a margarita in the worst way.”
    “It’s eight o’clock in the morning,” I said, moving back so she could step inside. We were both talking in hushed whispers because my mom and her husband were still in bed.
    “I know. I was starting to have fantasies about tossing the kids down into the orchestra pit. Only the orchestra pit was full of snakes like in Indiana Jones.”
    Rosemarie was the choir teacher at the school I’d taught at before they’d canned me for improper behavior. We’d never been close while I was teaching, but since I started working at the detective agency, Rosemarie had become an unofficial mascot of sorts, as well as my friend.
    She’d decided to go all out for a rainy winter day in Savannah—purple ski pants and a puffy matching jacket, turquoise fluffy earmuffs, and galoshes with pink flamingos on them. Rosemarie was on the plump side, so it was a lot of color to be greeted with first thing in the morning. Her normal blonde Farrah Fawcett curls were flattened and damp from the rain, and her cheeks were rosy from the cold.
    It was winter in Savannah, which meant it was a breezy spring evening to every state north of here that had four seasons. But it was the only chance we got to pull out our Uggs and North Face attire, so we tried to take advantage.
    “The snakes are probably a good sign for a break,” I said. And then I heard the gentle squeak of the mattress and the headboard hitting the wall. They were sounds that couldn’t be disguised.
    “Wow, early risers, huh?” Rosemarie said.
    “And late to bed,” I told her. “Do you see these bags under my eyes? There’s a reason I can only live with my mother for a short amount of time. I’m going to have to accept Nick’s proposal just to get a decent night’s sleep.”
    “So you’re going to accept?” she asked, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.
    “I’m not ready to talk about it. But I’m going to have to do something soon. It’s been three weeks and the idea of sleeping in my car has more appeal than