Spinelli held his hand out. Shannon dropped her car keys into it. He opened the passenger door to her vehicle, and she slid in. He climbed in on the driver's side.
He'd hardly shut the door before she began questioning him. "What was Uncle Bernie talking about? Are you undercover?"
Spinelli started the car and flipped on the heater. He wasn't sure why he turned it on, the heat emitting from his pores was surely enough to heat the car. He cleared his throat and expelled a breath. "I think Bernie was probably referring to the cupids that were murdered today. It was all over the news. Didn't you hear about it?" he asked trying to keep it light.
"When would I have had time to watch the news? I worked all day then I went to the church to help with the fundraiser, and I've been making deliver
