all good.â
Ceepak kisses Rita.
âThis wonât take too long,â he says when they finally break.
âHurry home.â
âRoger that.â
And they kiss again. I look up and pretend like Iâm fascinated by the Bagel Lagoonâs gutter system or something. Ceepak and Rita? They donât need a Tunnel of Love. They smooch whenever and wherever they feel like smooching.
Even if Barkley cuts the cheese.
Which, of course, he does.
Onions and garlic, again.
With a hint of pumpernickel.
On the ride over to Dr. Rosenâs house, Ceepak drifts into his super-serious analytical mode.
âYou say Mrs. Oppenheimer was strangling Christine when you and Santucci entered her home?â
âThatâs what it looked like to me. The ligature bruises on Christineâs neck were so bad, I made a photographic record for evidenceâin case we ever needed it.â
âGood crime-scene technique, Danny.â
âHey, donât forget, I was trained by the best.â
Ceepak, of course, totally ignores the compliment.
âMrs. Oppenheimer was strangling Christine,â he muses, âyet she is the one requesting the restraining order? Curious.â
âShe probably wants to beat Christine to the punch; stop Christine from requesting a restraining order against her .â
âItâs a possibility, Danny.â
I can tell that this case, if we can call it that, intrigues him. Ceepakâs a lot like Sherlock Holmes. Heâs not happy unless his big brain is busy noodling out a solution to a puzzling problem.
A very pretty African-American woman, about the same age as Christine, greets us at the door.
Sheâs wearing royal blue nurseâs scrubs and toting a plastic pill organizer; a big one with 28 compartments. Iâm guessing Dr. Rosenâs on a lot of medicationsâmaybe one for every year of his life.
âAre you Danny?â she asks.
âThatâs right. And this is my partner, John Ceepak.â
âIâm Monae Dunn,â she says with a smile. She has a good one. Her long, straight hair is pulled back with a headband the same bright blue as the rest of her uniform.
âIs Christine here?â asks Ceepak. Probably because he isnât busy admiring Monaeâs body like some people I know.
âNo. She ran over to Kinkoâs, so Iâm covering. Trying to get Dr. Rosenâs medicines organized. You ever know anybody to need so many pills? I bet this blue one is to prevent him from having side effects from this green one.â She sees Ceepakâs brown paper bag. âDid you boys bring bagels?â
âYes, maâam,â says Ceepak. âFresh-baked.â
âUhm-hmm,â she says knowingly. âWell donât just stand there letting them go all cold. Come on in. Arnieâs on the phone with his son Michael. Michael lives in Hollywood. Heâs a gay.â
Ceepak and I just nod.
âTheyâre on speakerphone because Arnie refuses to put in his hearing aids when he knows company is coming.â
We follow Ms. Dunn into the house, which looks like it hasnât been redecorated since 1960-something. Except for the walls. Those looks like an art museum dedicated to a single subject: the life and times of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy with a fantastic smile. There must be over two dozen framed photographs of the same shaggy-haired kid. Blowing out birthday candles. Playing baseball. Riding a BMX bike. At Disney World. Sea World. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. LEGOLAND.
I have a feeling the blonde boy is Dr. Rosenâs grandson, even though heâs so good-looking that he could also be the kid who came with the picture frames.
We move into what Iâm guessing used to be the dining room. Now there is a hospital bed set up where the table used to beâa look that doesnât really fit in with the whole New England seaside cottage style of the rest of the house. I
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