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"Thank you, Heather," Magda says, her smile beatific despite the fact that her lipstick is smeared "Thank you I’ that Heather Wells is looking out for her"
I give Magda a final pat on the shoulder and with a little s down the hallway to the dining office, where the staff hangs their coats I look after her, feeling…well, a little strange
Maybe that’s because all I’ve had to eat today is a smoked mozzarella sandwich--with roasted peppers and sun-dried torande café ain, maybe it’s because I’ve made her feel so much better, and I don’t even kno Or, actually, because I do kno I just can’t believe it Does she honestly think I’ation into Lindsay’s death? If so, she’s been inhaling way too o around looking for a guy with a cleaver and a girl’s body in a fresh grave in his backyard? Yeah, right And getis ridiculous Detective Canavan isn’t stupid He’ll find the killer soon enough How can anyone hide a headless corpse? It’s going to have to turn up sometime
And when it does, I just hope I’m solue You’re stuck on me, I’m stuck on you Only you don’t know me, not one bit If you think that I’m that whipped
"Whipped"
Written by Heather Wells
It still isn’t snowing by the tih it’s just a little past five o’clock The news crews are still parked along Washington Square Park, across the street from Fischer Hall--in fact, there arevans from all the ton had predicted
The presence of the news vans isn’t doing h In fact, I run into Reggie as I turn the corner to Cooper’s brownstone Although at first he hisses, "Sens, sens," to rave
"Heather," he says "I a"
"Thank you, Reggie" I blink at hily harie carries in an ankle holster a22 that he has, upon occasion, been called upon to use "Uirl was killed? Or by whorin is broad "Heather," he says, sounding delighted, "are you asking me what the word on the street is?"
"Um," I say Because put that way, it sounds so terrifically dorky "Yeah I guess I aie says, and I can tell by the way his smile has faded--but, more to the point, the way hethe truth "But if I do, you will be the first to hear about it"
"Thanks, Reggie," I say, and start back down the street…only to pause when I hear Reggie callinvolved in whatever this young lady wasat all now "Because you can bet she was ot her killed I would not like to see that happen to a nice lady like yourself"