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She gaped at me, then sputtered, then threw her hands up, utterly frustrated

"Use your words"

"He’s not a serial killer"

"Yeah, but you didn’t know that," I said, totally winning

"Oh… od" She was annoyed "Why do I turn into a fourteen-year-old every time I’m near you?"

"I do that to a lot of people"

"The lab just called," Uncle Bob said, totally interrupting "The oil at the grave site is used oil of all types,oil, industrial lubricants… They think it was slated for a recycling plant and the truck driver dumped it on that land instead"

"Okay, then why that land in particular?"

"I don’t know, pu on the phone

"Why are you in therapy?" I asked Wyatt

"Charley," Geain

"It’s okay, Ge to er issues"

"And ould he think that?"

Ge me "You don’t have to talk about this, Wyatt, if you aren’t comfortable"

"No, it doesn’tto the departainst woround as hitting his ith a nine iron"

After a startled gasp, I said, "Well, good for you"

"Yeah, well, he has money and connections I almost lost my job But if I hadn’t been ordered to do six months of therapy, I would never haveback at irl kind of obsessively since I becaet back on duty, but --"

"This takes precedence," Uncle Bob said "I’ll call your sergeant and let hiation"

"Perfect," I said, clasping ether "Then that’s where we’ll start After we eat, of course"

Reyes brought out green chili stew and a couple of quesadillas for us to share I batted my lashes and pro across uy was such a rake

"So what did you do next?" I asked Wyatt after taking a bite of hot stew