The Morning After

“I can’t believe I let you emotionally blackmail me into an investigation of a dog poisoning that didn’t happen.”

Freddie patted Stanley on the belly. “It’s what friends do, Erica.”

I started to shake my head, but then clutched it with both hands just to be sure it didn’t fall off. “And I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that given where we’re at right now, I don’t think we were able to keep the investigation low-key.”

Freddie nodded. “Not looking that way, is it?”