(4-30-14).docx.docx @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CH:03 Meow. Lassie stares at me with his yellow eyes. “I’m not gonna call her.” Meow. “Yes, I know my mother was found in Alexandria and that my girlfriend works for the Alexandria Police Department.” Meow. “Yes, I know she’s a homicide detective, you moron.” Meow. “Yes, thank you for pointing out that homicide detectives investigate murders and that my mother was murdered. What did you do at your last home, just sit around and watch Law and Order?” Meow. “SVU?” Meow. “You love iced tea?” Meow. “Oh, Ice T.” Meow. “Dude, I told you I’m not gonna call her. She’s sleeping. I’ll see her tomorrow.” I look at the clock. It’s 3:23 a.m. I’d spent the last seven minutes searching the Internet for any information regarding my mother’s murder, but there was no mention of a woman’s body pulled from the Potomac River with a bullet hole in the back of her head.
