Yours, Mine, and Ours by MaryJanice Davidson

Author:MaryJanice Davidson [Davidson, MaryJanice]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

chapter forty-nine

Hours later, I was finishing my paperwork. George, who could always get through his faster than I could mine, had left an hour ago. As usual, it was quieter and saner after his departure but, conversely, duller. George was the kind of person who filled a room simply by walking through the door. When he left it could at times seem like an anticlimax.

He’d made a vague threat involving my boyfriend and battery acid (he was probably going to hold a Splenda grudge until the end of time), told an inappropriate dirty joke, and then, in a puff of black smoke (or so it seemed sometimes), was gone.

Max Gallo had been scolded and then ROR, unlikely to ever be brought up on charges provided he kept away from other JBJ crime scenes. (“Unless invited?” I’d asked, only to flinch from the sizzling glare Michaela shot my way. To say she had been displeased would be putting it very mildly.)

Paul had wasted no time disappearing into the computer lab; he’d chattered run-on sentence with lots of repeat phrases all the way back to the office. Emma Jan had to keep distracting George from turning around and smacking the poor guy on the drive back. I was a little afraid he’d twitch himself to death. Or get beaten to death. Altogether, a stressful ride back to the office.

George’s irritation had eventually changed to mild concern: “I think we broke him.”

“Don’t talk about it,” I had hissed back.

I hated the waiting game when lives were at stake, but it was a fact of life in this business. The FBI computers were now whirring through all the data we’d been able to give it from the latest JBJ crime scene, cross-referencing it with the data from the previous murders. Though we would explore the copycat angle, we were all still pretty certain it was the real deal.

“Still at it?” Emma Jan asked. She leaned back in her chair and stretched. I could hear her back crack. “Ooooh, that was a good one.”

“No, I’m finished. And wiped. I gotta get home and take a nineteen-hour nap. Oh, and that dumb Dawg,” I groaned, remembering my home situation. Argh. Poor Patrick, trapped with Dawg for hours and hours while I mooned after Max Gallo and peeked at new dead bodies.

“Oh. Um. Shiro and I were supposed to head over to the gun range tonight.”

“Oh?” I managed—barely—to keep the irritation out of my voice.

“Yeah. She—you know, we made plans. To go to the range tonight.”

Well, too bad, Emma Jan Thyme. Shiro shouldn’t have made a commitment if there was a chance she couldn’t keep it. Which, FYI, there was. I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough, thank you.

I forced a smile. “Here’s the way it works, Emma Jan. You can’t just decide which one of us you’ll see. We’re not a doctor’s office. You can’t make an appointment with the body and just expect the others to

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