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“You’re all banged up and grumpy. No judgment,” Fred said, holding up his palms. “I’m an excellent judge of people. Gabe here is obviously no threat.” Fred had once changed Ted Bundy’s tire in a grocery store parking lot.
“Well, aren’t you a sweetheart, Nick?” Lily was clearly susceptible to dimples. Riley thought she saw Gabe roll his eyes, a very un-spiritual-advisor-like thing to do.
“See you all later,” Riley said. “Thanks for the sandwich, Gabe. That was very thoughtful of you.” “It was my honor,” Gabe said. “Kiss-ass,” Nick muttered under his breath. She thought she heard Gabe whisper, “Disappointing lover,” but couldn’t be sure.
“I don’t think you’re making the point you think you’re making. Wait, you and Dad don’t pay your taxes?” “Let’s focus on you right now.” Blossom didn’t seem nearly concerned enough with IRS authority. Riley was definitely revisiting the tax thing when there wasn’t a murderer to catch.
“The best gifts are the ones you don’t ask for. Maybe you should stop trying to return it. Unwrap it. Open it up. Try it on.”
“Cabbage casserole that, motherfuckers,” Mrs. Penny shouted with satisfaction as she emerged from behind the wheel, hands on her head as a dozen stunned officers trained their weapons on her.
“Dad. Why are you in Nick’s van? And why is your cow sniffing my head?” Roger beamed at the heifer. “Had to get my girls back home, didn’t I?” Daisy mooed in agreement, right in Riley’s ear. Man, cows were loud. Her father and his spite cow were picking her up at the hospital after she’d been shot. She’d never had a chance at turning out normal.
