“IT’S NOT what you think,” Francine said.
“Okay,” said Cooper, following Francine up the hallway. “Tell me what you think I think.”
“That Jimmy and me are a thing. I mean, I know how you private eyes like to collect salacious gossip.”
Francine was slurring her words a little, possibly due to alcohol or a couple of Xanax or just plain exhaustion. Cooper watched her walk, preparing to catch her if he had to. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. Cooper was sure he was wobbling a bit after that hurricane-force punch from the Eagles’ star tight end.
“Well, that’s not the case. We’re not. For one thing, Jimmy is gay.”
“Yes, we know,” Veena said.
“We know pretty much everything,” Cooper said.
If she had been slightly drunk, Francine Pearl Hughes sobered up instantly. “Come into the parlor.”