“Are all wolves that spastic, or is it men in general?” Lainie stabbed her sweet tea with a straw, using it to stir the dark liquid, making sure the sugar didn’t settle at the bottom. She had filled Alanna in on everything that was Rance Culpepper and her disastrous day yesterday, as well as how she found him that morning. Alanna had just sat there and smiled, listening as Lainie vented. “I swear, for as much as he says he needs to end this case, he’s done everything possible to sabotage the damn thing.”
Alanna lifted her glass, smiling around her straw as she took a sip of her cola. When she pulled the glass away from her mouth, she said, “Uh huh, I’m sure that’s why he’s acting the way he’s acting.” She took another sip of her drink, still smiling.
Lainie sighed, remembering how he lo
