35
“Well, you can make it official, Officer Badger.” Lucas lounged against the doorframe of Maya’s office at the police station. “My dad wasn’t murdered. He died of being an idiot.”
“It already was official, but thanks,” she said dryly. She leaned back in her chair and bounced a pen off the palm of one hand. “Did you learn something new?”
“I did. Boris saw the whole thing. Dad was trying to play a prank on Old Crow.”
“So he died as he lived.”
“That’s about the size of it.”
“And you’re satisfied. You’ll return to your regular programming and let us law officers do the job we’re paid for.”
He c****d his head. “You’d like that, huh?”
Maya clicked her pen in a way that sounded vaguely like a bullet pop. “I’d like that because that’s how it’s supposed to be around here. You going to kee
