Sher looked at me like I myself had committed a crime.“Because, like, the driver’s and the passenger’s doors are still open?””Oh. Sher put his blinker on almost immediately.The place looked like a biker bar. Gay sex He was delicious at any rate. You’re just going on? Darling?””I do now,” she nodded, proudly. Some security…”“Your deductive powers, Haus,” Maginot said sarcastically, “never cease to amaze me. Well…how about a sex machine? Then he pressed another button, this one red. “You sure there were two of them.”Sher looked at me. How else to put it?“Why don’t you run off and make yourself pretty again and bring back a bottle of bubbly?”Wasn’t I pretty already? In fact it was still cordoned off with yellow crime tape, a lone sedan sitting in the gravel, doors open.“Well, we know there were two of them.””Why?” I asked. “See where it dripped?” Sher pointed at fence’s base, at the weedy ground. That and a new TV. I had to stuff a few tissues in my panty after pulling it up. “I keep watch on the neighborhood,” she declared.
