“Nice running into you, Mrs. Stephenson.”
Detective Schultz was nearly grinning when he said it.
And then the sneak left before I could retaliate. Go figure. Just like a man.
Not only that, but he was going to eat pizza with his sister.
Pizza. Hot, garlicky, cheesy pizza. Probably with sausage and pepperoni. Maybe even olives.
My weakness for pizza is worse than my weakness for clothes, so since I do not want to wind up looking like a chubbier version of Buddha, I do not eat pizza. I stay away at all costs. I would have loved to take AJ out for pizza.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Well, playing keep-away with something that was...
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