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“Wait until we’re at the station, and we learn something of use. Then we begin investigating, not speculating.”
Josh slumped into his seat and stared sulkily out of the window. “I was only thinking out loud.”
“Well, don’t. Thinking is supposed to be done inside your own skull to spare the rest of us endless drivel.”
“Ally,” Chad said.
She pressed her lips together, keeping in the rest of her thoughts. Josh slipped from the middle seat to the one behind Chad and rested his elbow against the window.He huffed at the glass, and drew an unhappy face with his finger.
Chad had nicknamed JoshThe Pupin his head. He was thirty-two, but relatively new to being a homicide detective. Eager to please, endless energy with a tendency to say whatever was on his mind with no further thought.
Ally was theOld Dogfull of aches and pains that were easily aggravated. She didn’t gossip, she built solid theories and grew grumpier in the presence of an excitable young detective.
Chad couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, butThe Pupand theOld Doghad become more than just his work colleagues, they were his closest friends, and when they sulked, it put him on edge.
He gave Ally the look. The one that said she’d crossed a line. She mouthed curses and denials at him before slumping and huffing at the steering wheel.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you, Josh.”
Josh shimmied over to the middle seat. “I’m sorry for … speculating.”
Chad sighed. “We’re all good, but Josh, seriously, put your belt on. You’re making me nervous.”
“Aww, you care if I die.”
“Real life is not one of those video games you love,” Ally said. “There are no second chances.”
Josh tugged it around his chest. “Okay, mum and dad. It’s on. Happy?”
“Far from it.” Ally muttered.
“Hey,” Josh shoved his head between the seats and turned to Chad. “You’ll never guess what.”
Chad raised his eyebrow. “What?”
“She wrote back to me.”
Ally groaned. “Are we really discussing your love life on the way to the station? There’s been a murder.”
“A potential murder,” Josh corrected. “We can’t make any assumptions until we start investigating.”
“Smart ass.”
“And there is a murder every day. We’re homicide detectives … if we can’t squeeze in conversations about our lives on the drives, when can we?”
Chad leaned past Josh to look at Ally. “He’s got you there.”
“Fine.” Ally huffed. “This woman wrote you a letter?”
“A letter? We’re not living in the eighteen-hundreds. I tagged her in a post, and she replied.”
“Christ,” Ally muttered. “Is that how the young court each other nowadays? Pissing on posts and waiting for a lady friend to piss back. Like dogs.”
“Old dog,” Chad whispered.
“What did you say?” Ally snapped.
“Josh wasn’t courting a lady friend, he was chatting up a video character.”
