Savannah told Dirk as she _L settled among the pillows on her bed, the phone cradled under her chin. “And I’m not just talking about the fashion faux pas of wearing an outfit that looks like something you’d bake a turkey in, either.”“You don’t like the way her clothes were sorta scrunched up around her armpits and her crotch, right?” he said on the other end.Savannah frowned. She hated it when he beat her to the punch. Fortunately, it didn’t happen that often. “Right. Don’t tell me you noticed that at the scene.”“Nope. About an hour ago. I was looking at the Polaroids of the bathroom while I was watching the sports. The Dodgers won, by the way.”‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dodgers-schmodgers.”“Hey!”“Sorry.” Some topics were sacred with Dirk. Baseball was one of them. Beer was another.“Somebody dragged her around the bathroom,” he said.Savannah mulled that one over for a moment. “I think they dragged her into the bathroom.”“Why do you say that?”“Well, if they didn’t...
