“Hey,” he said, rubbing my neck.
“Hey.”And then I turned to Fox.“He was deboning a chicken, and the knife slipped?He doesn’t think they’re going to believe that, does he?”
“They always think they’re going to believe that.”
I groaned.“Of course they do.”
“I thought I’d come watch this with you,” Bobby said.
I opened my mouth to respond to that, but then—
“HIS WIFE GOT OUT OF HER WHEELCHAIR?”
Bobby winced and worked a finger in his ear.
“But she can’t,” I said to Fox.“She told them she couldn’t walk after the accident!”
“ClassicLaw & Order,”Fox said.
“And they believed her?”Bobby asked.
Fox looked at him.
I looked at him.
“Catch me up,” Bobby said.
“There’s this guy, and his ring, and you just saw the wheelchair—” I tried.
“It’s too complicated,” Fox said.“Wait, this part is so good!”
On TV, a matronly white lady who probably hadlotsof little dogs said, “That’s because I’m not his mother.I’m his sister.”
I almost fell off the couch.
“Are you kidding me?”Bobby asked as he caught me.“You’re a mystery writer.Shouldn’t you, you know, know all this stuff?”
“Bobby, she’s hissister!”
That made Bobby laugh, but he got quiet really fast when Fox glanced over.
Fox was right: it was agreatepisode (who am I kidding?They’re all great).And it turns out watchingLaw & Orderactuallycanget even better—the next-level upgrade is when you’re watchingLaw & Orderand snuggled up with your impossibly handsome boyfriend.
But when things went bad, they went bad fast.
“They wouldn’t let them do that,” Bobby said.“You can’t just introduce last-minute evidence in a courtroom like that.”
“Obviously they can,” Fox snapped.
“That’s not how it works.”
“It’s set in New York,” I said.“The rules are probably different there.”
But Bobby couldn’t help himself.“Oh come on,” he said.“They’d never put her on the stand, not after she got caught out in that lie about the wheelchair.The defense would take her apart piece by piece.”
Fox was growling.It wasn’t a loud growl, but it was there, and it was impossible to miss.
“It’s just a TV show,” I said.
