His eyes got big.
That wouldn’t be a coincidence.
As for Margie, she shrugged.
“I don’t need them. The dumbass is dead, and I actually loved him. I know you’re thinking I didn’t, but I did. I let him put his tiny, shriveled, old dick in me. And for what? To have a decent life. Well! I’m the one laughing,BICHO!”
Oh, someone was big angry when she was breaking out the profanity toward the dead man.
It was telling when a widow was calling her dead husband a dick. Gene had a Puerto Rican partner who was a firebrand like this one. She taught him all the fun words.
Mostly as she called him them in jest.
“And you were home all night?” he asked, just wanting to get through this interview. Family members were unpredictable, and they still had to talk to the deceased cop’s family too.
She nodded.
“He called me, I bitched at him, he muttered uncomplimentary things under his breath, and then, I woke up this morning. I take sleeping pills so I can’t hear the freight train snoring next to me.”
Gene went to ask something, and she went there.
“How does an inheritance work? Do I get a call, or do I have to go somewhere? I’m about to get me a hot pool boy to rub my feet and suck on my toes.”
Oh, boy.
Someone was definitely ready to move on.
What horrified Gene the most was she glanced over at Ethan, and smiled at him.
Only, before she could even harass him while on duty, he cut that off.
FAST.
“Pass,” he said. “One, I’m not into ladies, and two, toes areNOTmy kink. I’m more an ass man, and while you’ve got one of those, it’s the front package that matters in my bed.”
She laughed.
“Thanks, I needed that. I did love him,” she said, sniffling. “I gave up my job. When I met him, I was serving him drinks.”
As soon as she said that, both men perked up.
Now, Gene was curious.
“Can I ask where you met him?” inquired Gene.
She wiped her eyes.
“AtPapi’s. It’s this waterfront restaurant.”
As she was talking, Ethan was researching the name of the place—just in case.
Margie continued.
“I slung booze there for ten years. Then, he came in and I became his sugar baby. He was married before, but his wife died four years ago. He picked me up, and the rest is history.”
She glanced over at him.
“BICHO! We could have gotten old together, you idiot!” she shouted at the dead man’s corpse being loaded into a body bag.
