“Where’s Coco?” I asked, looking around him like she might be trailing behind, but no one was there. “Why would I bring your friend to a crime scene?” he asked. “Don’t call it a crime scene! I didn’t murder anyone.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I’m so glad you find this amusing,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t find this amusing,” he said. “I find you amusing.”
