Corrigan burst out, “Who the f**k cares?” And took two steps to close the door, letting it slam shut by itself. He gave it a mock salute and then flipped his hand around so his middle finger was extended. “Good day to you, police dicks.”
“Well.” My dad looked around, his eyebrows raised high. “That was . . . unexpected.”
My scowl deepened. “I can’t shower. ‘Unexpected’ is not a term I would use to describe this visit.”
“Fuckheads.” Corrigan slid his hands into his pockets, hunching his shoulders. “That’s the term I would use.”
My dad sighed. “Well, I can’t say that I’m not a little grateful. Sheldon, with that monitor, if there are any more murders, they’ll know where you were or where you weren’t. This could help in the case.”
“That’s lovely.” I gave him two thumbs-up. “Here’s hoping
