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"I&039;m the local liaison for the Driveway Killer task force," Nick explained, fussing with his coffee and finally putting it down on the coffee table in front of hi these poor wo the lots?"
"Oh, that Driveway Killer" It was e to admit, but I never watched the news and I never read the paper Not before I died, not after (Well, I skimhthinto the world) I ood Even in Minnesota, which had a pretty low crime rate, even here they only wanted to talk about the bad Only the bad If I wanted to get depressed, I&039;d read an Oprah pick
I mean, I never even checked the weather reports anyirl
So while Nick was looking amazed that I could live in the sae (was there any other kind?) of a killer, Jessica was just nodding Mynew to her
"Yeah, I&039;ve read about hinored me, which I deserved "And you&039;re on the task force?"
"Yeah"
"To catch a serial killer"
"Yeah"
She tried to h escaped anyway I knehat had we just been talking about ten o? It was ludicrous
But not to Nick, as blinking fast and, I could tell, about to ask Jessica just what the hell her problem was And never mind that she was the richest person in the state
"It&039;s late," I said "She&039;s tired We&039;re all tired Long day"
"Uh yeah" He checked his watch "After ten already"
"I&039; at you, and I wasn&039;t laughing at those poor girls"
"No," Nick lied, "I didn&039;t think so" He turned back toso late, but I know about the hours you&039;ve been keeping lately, so I took a chance and swung by"
"You&039;re welcome anytime, Detective," Sinclair said fro up his cup, spilled his coffee just a bit, but enough to wreck last month&039;s issue of Lucky I sure couldn&039;t blame him; Sinclair was about as noisy as a dead cat
"Jesus! You scaredwe hotshot Minneapolis detectives like to adone from ba-DUMP ba-DUMP ba-duize It&039;s Nicholas Berry, right?"
"Nick Yeah"
Jessica gave me a look while they shook hands and sized up each other Nick was built like a swi feet His hair was bleached by the sun-he liked to save up and go diving on Little Cayh lines in the corners of his eyes
Sinclair was broader and taller, and un, not to mention youth on his side So you never knew
The proble and "How do you do&039;s" was that they had ht after I&039;d risen as a vaotten (nearly) naked with him and it had sort of driven him out of his ht, and had used his vaht That I was dead, that Nick and I had seen each other (almost) naked, that he&039;d been a wreck when I wouldn&039;t bite hi
The proble back into my life at the weirdest ti And I honestly didn&039;t know either way But it wasn&039;t exactly so we could come out and ask him
So we sat around and pretended he didn&039;t knoere va Usually Sinclair and Tina could smell a lie from a hundred
"I&039; "Eric Sinclair"
"Oh" Nick&039;s face fell a bit, and Jessica shotmy tea in etting married on July 4th"