I take a sip of my drink and ponder. Our table orders family-style, and the food starts to trickle in. Jim chose adventurously, picking crispy pig's tails and pressed pig ears along with a cheese and meat board. Larissa and I order more typically Italian-American rigatoni pasta and ensalada. Everything's delicious.

They order more wine, and at the end, Jim insists on picking up the check. Reid protests, but I gratefully accept Jim's offer for us, because it's nice to be treated sometimes, and plus, I saw the bill total over Larissa's shoulder and it made me want to pass out.

No one talks about Lucie's murder during dinner, but as usual, I can't get it out of my head. When everyone stands up to leave, I linger by the bar.

"I'm going to order a house coffee a...

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