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But I’ve watched a lot of Law and Order and CSI
Plus, you know, I live with a private detective Or "share a domicile with," I should say, since "live with" sounds like we share more than that, which we don’t Sadly
Sarah shudders elaborately, even though it’s war one of the thick striped sweaters woven for her by a fellow member of the kibbutz upon which she spent the su over her overalls
"It just doesn’t make any sense," she says "How can there be anotherinto Death Dores My best friend Patty--she’s no doubt seen the cover of today’s Post, and is as worried as Reggie was about how it’s affected ive his name and said he’d call back later--creditor, no doubt I’dfrenzy If I can hold theet my tax refund And--
I wave the slip at Sarah "Is this for real? Did he really call? Or are you yanking my chain?"
Sarah looks surprised "Honestly, Heather," she says "Do you think I’d joke around on a day like today? Jordan Cartwright really did call Or, at least, soht called He wants you to call hiht away He said it was vitally important Emphasis on the vitally"
Well, that sounds like Jordan, all right Everything is vitally i me in some way
"What if," Sarah says, "Lindsay’s body isn’t in the river? Supposing it’s still in the building Supposing… it’s still in Lindsay’s room!"
"Then we’d have heard from Cheryl already," I say "Since she and Lindsay’s roo"
"Oh" Sarah looks disappointed Then she brightens "Maybe it’s so! Like in so ho a headless body in your swivel chair, like in front of your computer?"
My sto well
"Sarah," I say "Seriously Shut up"
"Oh, aainst the foosball table?"
"Sarah" I glare at her
"Oh, lighten up, Heather, "she says, with a laugh "Can’t you tell I’allows humor in an effort to break the connection between such a horrifying stimulus and an unwanted emotional response, such as revulsion or fear, which in this case wouldn’t be helpful or professional?"
"I’d prefer revulsion," I say "I don’t think anyone has to be professional when there’s a headless cheerleader involved"
It’s at this moment that Tom chooses to appear in the doorway to his office
"Can we not say that word?" he asks queasily, grasping the doorframe for support
"What?" Sarah flicks some of her curly hair off her shoulder "Cheerleader?"