8 Antiques Con
“While I wouldn’t say the detective was rough, exactly, he moved fast enough to get a growl out of Sushi, who let him know in no uncertain terms that she didn’t approve of manhandling.
And neither did I.
“Hey!” I said. “Let go of me! You break it, you bought it.”
His eyes flared, but there was embarrassment on his face for having gotten physical. He released me, asking gruffly, “How the hell did you get in here?”
“The closet or the room?” I asked, rubbing my arm.
The almost-Tony’s face frowned. ...“I think I can figure out how you got in the closet. I am a trained detective.”
“Good to hear.”
He let out a sigh that sounded like steam escaping. “How . . . did . . . you . . . get . . . in . . . here?”
“The room, you mean?”
“You know what I mean!”
Okay, I was vamping for time. Trying to work up a story, thoughts careening off the inside of my head like a spirited game of racquetball.
Finally I said brightly, “I lost a ring?”
“Is that a question?”MoreLess
And neither did I.
“Hey!” I said. “Let go of me! You break it, you bought it.”
His eyes flared, but there was embarrassment on his face for having gotten physical. He released me, asking gruffly, “How the hell did you get in here?”
“The closet or the room?” I asked, rubbing my arm.
The almost-Tony’s face frowned. ...“I think I can figure out how you got in the closet. I am a trained detective.”
“Good to hear.”
He let out a sigh that sounded like steam escaping. “How . . . did . . . you . . . get . . . in . . . here?”
“The room, you mean?”
“You know what I mean!”
Okay, I was vamping for time. Trying to work up a story, thoughts careening off the inside of my head like a spirited game of racquetball.
Finally I said brightly, “I lost a ring?”
“Is that a question?”MoreLess
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