Cereal Killer
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Savannah wiped a tear away with the back of her hand, reached down, and stroked Cleopatra’s black, satiny fur. She sniffed and said, “Anybody for a bowl of Chunky Monkey?”
“With chocolate syrup and whipped cream?” Dirk asked.
“Always, sweetcakes. Always. We don’t want nobody around here blowing away in a stiff wind.”
“Not likely,” Tammy said. “Not with you around to feed them.”
Savannah looked at her young friend and gave her a soft smile filled with affection. ‘You did great job on this case, kiddo. We couldn’t have done it without you. You want some carrot sticks with whipped cream and chocolate on top?”
Tammy beamed, basking in the praise. “I’ll take some ice cream, too. A big bowl. After all, we closed a case. We caught the bad guys. Several of them. It’s a special occasion, right?”
“Special, indeed,” Savannah said. “Let’s celebrate!”
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