“Not much,” Eddie replied with a deep frown. “Apparently, he’s being questioned by the police right now and can’t talk. The detectives interviewing him were giving him a hard time until Sal stepped in and told them to knock it off.”
That was my Sal.
“Uncle Vinnie said he’d call me back once the investigators left.”
I glanced up when someone knocked on the door. I wasn’t surprised when Clarke opened the door. The man was there to babysit us, after all.
“Sal called,” Clarke said.
I nodded. “I just got done talking to him.”
Clarke’s eyes slit to Eddie. “Then you know…”
“Sal told me. I told Eddie.”
Clarke breathed out, the tension in his shoulders loosening. “Okay, good.”
“Relax, Clarke.” I chuckled. “You’re off the hook.”
Clarke groaned long and low, as if being tortured. “I hate delivering that kind of news.”
I smirked. “Which is why Sal always does it.”
Clarke shrugged before closing the door and walking over to sit on the opposite side of the bed from me. “He’s the boss for a reason.” He widened his eyes dramatically. “And I wouldn’t want his job for love or money.”
I giggled, then rolled my eyes when I realized what I had done.
God, I hated it when I giggled.
“Sal said he was going to be late, so we can go ahead and eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” I rubbed my empty stomach to emphasize my statement. “I could eat a horse.” I frowned. “Well, if I ate meat.”
“Yeah,” Eddie spoke up, “how does that work? You don’t eat meat and I’m pretty sure Sal doesn’t eat anything else.”
I giggled again.
“Most restaurants have food for people who don’t eat meat, but I eat fish and chicken, so it works out.”
“If you’re going to eat fish and chicken, why not beef?”
Seriously?
“Have you seen how they treat those cows?” It was tragic. “They practically torture them before they kill them.”
Clarke’s eyebrow rose swiftly. “And you don’t think they do that to fish and chicken?”
I groaned.
Loudly.
I hated this argument. I had had it with Sal once. Just once. He never brought it up again and made sure we only ate at restaurants that met my dietary needs.
You think it was something I said?
“I can’t survive on rabbit food alone.”
“So, what you’re saying is that some torture is okay, but others is not?”
I narrowed my eyes at the sergeant. “I only eat free-range chicken and wild-caught fish.”
