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A house call (literally—on my phone, not in person) was in order while Bran was getting our milkshake. Dana answered. She said she was covering the phone while Jeanette had a lie-down, but fortunately there hadn’t been many calls yet, and none from the press. Dana was obviously pleased to hear that Bran wasn’t under arrest and I would be bringing him home soon. She hoped we could be back by 5 p.m. because someone from law enforcement and the local mortuary were both coming by to discuss what was to be done with James’s body when it was released. I told her we’d be there.
Bran returned with the biggest milkshake I’d ever seen. It wasn’t a gallon, but from that volume down all bets were off. I couldn’t even guess at the ounce-age.
“Yes, it’s huge. But I think we both need this, and I kn
