All is not lost.” I raised my chin from my cupped hands. “Hi Teddy,” I said. “Such enthusiasm, such an overabundance of energy.” Teddy climbed aboard Snapdragon and sat beside me on the deck box. “You know I cover the police station too.” “So you heard about my break-in?” “What? No. What happened? When?” “Earlier today. So, what were you going to tell me?” “First why did you call the police? It’s news,” she said, flashing her recorder from somewhere. “Tell me.” “Not news. Nothing taken. Combination changed since. Sorry to interrupt whatever brought you here. Besides my underabundance of energy.” “You’re sure?” I nodded. She continued. “I was talking to Emily. You know Emily. Well, maybe you don’t. She’s the police office receptionist. Just back from vacation, so we gabbed a bit. Only thing she has on Nicole’s murder was a person of interest, which she figured was a hoot and a half—her actual words—because it was so ridiculous. I mean, just because a person discovers a body and reports it—”
