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Cookie Kowalski was not only my very best friend on planet Earth, but she was also my receptionist slash research assistant as darned near becohbor to boot, who cooked a mean enchilada Like, really mean Like so hot under its corn tortilla collar thatthe?" she asked

Nor and discussed the day’s business, but I’d left so early, I didn’t get to explain that I couldn’t have coffee with her anyain The thought sent me into a deep, dark depression, the one where I curled into a ball and sang show tunes to ht et lucky and the little bun in the oven would pop out a couple weeks early I’d have to do ju jacks and run a couple of triathlons when I reached the beached-whale stage Hurry her along

"I’ent Carson What’s up?"

"Oh, sorry to bother, but your uncle called He has a case for you"

Kit pulled up to the h her briefcase

"No bother, but Uncle Bob can biteto him" I was a tad irked at the moment with my uncle, a detective on the Albuquerque police force

"Okay, but he has a case for you," she said again, her voice singsong

"Don’t care"

"It’s right up your alley There’s been a rash of suicide notes"

"That’s not right up my alley That’s, like, two blocks over from my alley"

"It is when the people who supposedly wrote those notes are o?"