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Now, as I look out at the horizon and the afternoon sun races lower, and once again, snow begins to fall from the clouds, I wonder which way Aubree went in her quest to collect a guy who didn’t wear his helmet earlier today.
In which direction is Archer, as he searches for a killer before the killer finds his next victim?
And how long until this mess is tied up and the man in the sketch is behind bars?
Sighing, I turn away from my window.
This is the winter that just won’t end. The snow drops every single day, and the roads are consistently icy—hence, the motorcycle dummy’s death, no doubt.
As I stop behind my desk, I glance down at the sound of my cellphone’s muted buzzing. Dropping into my chair with a huff and opening the drawer, I dig the device out.
“Yeah?” Aubree’s name flashes on the screen, so I don’t bother with titles or greetings. “What’s up?”
“Our guy is frozen,” she speaks loud enough to compete with the wind outside. “Like, I could snap his entire arm off if I was so inclined to try.”
“Please don’t.” I drop my face into my hand. “You bringing him in?”
“Yeah. Called transport before I called you. He’s on his way now. This seems like a reasonably easy autopsy and investigation, considering the driver’s license plate is literally stamped into our guy’s thigh.”
“Shut up.”
She bursts out in silly laughter. “I’m not even lying. I’ll pull him in, properly identify him, officiate cause of death, and do all the things. Then we’ll release our report to the police, and the body to his family. This one will be open and shut. Do you wanna get dinner with me tonight?”
“Do I…” Stunned, I blink my eyes. One. Two. Three. “What?”
“Dinner! We can head into Tim’s and have a drink. Or we can get takeout and watchLove Paradise.”
“You wanna watch a romantic show with me while we share dinner?” I wrinkle my nose. “I’m into guys, Aubree. And it’s not professional for you to solicit your boss.”
“Love Paradiseis basically a smut competition television show where everyone lives together and pretends not to screw at night when the lights are out. The person who holds out longest wins.”
“Er… okay?”
“The dudes are hot!” she exclaims. “They’re on an island, sharing a giant mansion. The chicks wear bikinis all day, and the guys wear shorts. That’s it!”
I roll my eyes. “Sounds like a productive use of my brain space.”
“Oh please. Don’t pretend like you had something more exciting planned. I’ll be back in-house within the hour. I’ll take another hour for autopsy. Then we’re getting dinner and wearing fuzzy pyjamas.”
“And if I had other plans tonight?”
She cackles. “Good one. I’ll see you in a bit.”
