Maybe they heard you were asking around and decided to send a message." He eyed us laconically. "No. Just no."
"No what?" Delaney tried to look innocent but, as usual, completely failed to pull it off.
He gave her the look an exasperated parent gives a three-year-old. "I know you two. Now that they've given you an excuse, you'll start folding, spindling, and mutilating your way through d**g pushers until you figure out who was brainless enough to draw your attention."
Delaney frowned. "Needles will have to do the spindling, I don't know what that even is."
I rolled my eyes at her. "I've seen the way you do laundry, Buttercup. You're not exactly clear on the whole folding concept either."
She shrugged. "I've got the mutilate thing down, though."
"Jesus. No." The sheriff pointed at me.
