“Do you feel any better?” Brody asked when we got back to our palatial, and I use the term sarcastically, quarters.
“I’ll feel better when he arrests the bastard,” I replied. “Still, yeah, I feel better than I did before I met him. He sounds like he knows what he’s doing.”
“He does. He’s an excellent detective.”
“Like you were,” Jon said.
Brody shrugged. “I wasn’t half bad.”
“I sort of thought you were a cop, from what you said about being undercover when you died.” I said. “How did it happen?” We were in their room, so I settled in one of the rickety chairs. I figured it was safe enough since I don’t weigh anything anymore. “You were going to tell me the story about how the two of you ended up together.”
Jon and Brody sat on one of the beds. Then Jon said, “It all began the night I
