by A.M. Burns
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A tear-filled hour later, after Mrs. Davidson finally got herself together enough to call her lawyer and arrange to have the files I had sent over to him, she left. Dusty tried to entice me onto the couch. Wers have a voracious sex drive and some wolves are worse than others. Not that it’s a bad thing.
Tiffany ran into the office. “Ethan, you need to get down to the morgue! Barry Crabtree’s been murdered!”
“Okay, it’s been a busy day,” I said shaking my head. I’d heard the name at some point, but between Mrs. Davidson’s waterworks at her husband’s infidelities and dealing with Carmine, I just couldn’t connect it. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
“He’s the one Reynaldo Reyes thinks is most likely to have killed Magee,” Dusty spoke up before Tiffany could.
“Right,” Tiffany continued. “He was just beaten to death by his girlfriend. When the police arrived, she was standing over his body with a bloody baseball bat.”
