“And just think, none of that would have happened if Delia’s aunt didn’t die and leave her that house,” Liv adds. “Ducking Medusa,” Beckett grumbles, but he saunters up to Liv and wraps an arm around her, nuzzling into her neck. “We should probably send her a fruit basket or something,” Gavin muses as he walks in carrying an oversized Bolts teddy bear. “She prefers the blood of Corporate America, but be my guest,” Beckett mutters.
