CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
An hour later, we were seated on big cushions alongside my bed, dressed in silly-themed pjs (we had a few) and drinking hot butterscotch cocoas. Beat, we’d opted to go to bed after huge mugs of heated liquid sugar.
“I miss Pigaletto,” Linda sighed.
Rey sighed as well. “Yeah. I love having Bonzo’s wispy whiskers tickling my face.”
A third sigh. From me. “And snuggling with Boo-Boo Button.”
“At least we know they’re in good hands,” Linda said.
“Loving hands,” I added. “Eddy’s so fond of them.”
“He spoils them rotten.” Rey finished her cocoa and placed the coconut mug on the nightstand. “Why hasn’t Slim-s***h-GRP-s***h-Rose-Pin-s***h-Ha-Ha-Killer contacted us?”
I extended my palms in a who-knows gesture.
“This is the weirdest case we’ve ever worked on,” she murmured
