Chapter Ten
“Well, that was interesting,” Leah commented after we’d said our goodbyes to Grace with the agreement we’d be in touch.
“Yah, think?” I replied, feeling no less nauseous, though the latte seemed to be temporarily taking a siesta. “I mean, what are the odds?”
“The bigger question is why now? And did it have any correlation whatsoever to Erica’s death?”
“At this point I have no idea.”
“Mort didn’t mention anything to you?” Leah asked.
“You mean between Clark’s B&E, poisoning my dog, Vargas being accused of murder and oh yeah, the surprise visit by Bio Pop?”
Leah chuckled. “Is that like a Blow-Pop?”
“Might as well be. It’s leaving a nasty taste in my mouth.”
“So, I take that as a ‘no’ on Mort?”
“Honey, I doubt I gave Mort the time to divulge that bit of information—thoug
