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him about the state of his injury, which was healing fine and pissing him off more than anything because it was keeping him away from work, she asked, “You met Greg Dempsey face-to-face, right? Sheila’s husband?”
    “Eh . . . I only went to The Barn Door a few times, especially after eating that seventy-two-ounce steak,” he said. “Dempsey was there once with Sheila, and they were in a corner, havin’ a big fight. He was mad ’cause she was there and he had to go to work. He told her to go home and she told him where he could stick that. Got kinda ugly and I was startin’ their way, when he stalked out.”
    “You called him a narcissist,” September reminded him.
    “Yep. From what Sheila said. You know the type: they’re only thinkin’ about what’s next for them. They’re bored with everythin’ you say. Don’t even hear ya. And everythin’ that comes out of their mouth is about them.”
    “I know the type,” September agreed, thinking about both her current and ex-stepmother.
    “You lookin’ at Dempsey for Do Unto Others?” he asked.
    “Well, he sure can’t say anything nice about Sheila.”
    “His kind can’t say anythin’ nice about anyone. Much as I’d like to take it to that guy, he didn’t kill Emmy Decatur, and if you check, he was probably puttin’ in the hours at work when the Tripp homicide went down, too.”
    “You sound just like I feel.”
    “How’s that?”
    “Depressed. I want it to be Dempsey, too.”
    They talked for a few more minutes, then September hung up, a smile lingering on her lips. Her cell phone rang a few minutes later and she recognized the ring tone as the one she’d assigned to her brother. She’d put a call into him and it had taken him a while to call back. She answered, “So you are still on the planet.”
    “I’ve been busy. Portland’s got another task force and they want me to be a part of it.”
    “It’s hell to be popular.”
    “Yeah, well . . . you know what I want to do.”
    “And you know what I said about that,” she responded.
    “Don’t worry. It ain’t gonna happen. D’Annibal’s practically assigned me to the task force before I was asked. You guys are down to a skeleton crew with Weasel laid up.”
    “Wes is getting better. I just talked to him.”
    “Huh. Well, what’s the big news you alluded to?”
    September smiled faintly and said, “Just checking to see if you’re ready for another sister.”
    “Another sister? What do you mean?”
    “Our current stepmama is pregnant with a girl.”
    There was a suspended moment, and then he barked, “Rosamund? No way!”
    “’Fraid so, Bro.”
    “What month?”
    September grinned. All of them always went to the same place. “January. But never fear, she’s naming it Gilda.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “That’s pretty much what I said.”
    “This isn’t some kind of joke, is it?”
    “No joke.”
    September had left a message on Auggie’s cell when she’d gotten back from seeing Rosamund and March and told him to call her. She was glad Auggie was so sought after and unavailable so he would quit bugging her about Do Unto Others. Especially now, when Jake Westerly’s name had cropped up.
    “I’m going to have to talk to our father,” he said in a long-suffering tone.
    “Ah, you can skate for a while more. Rosamund’s already pregnant. A little late for changing anyone’s mind.”
    “Man, I don’t want to deal with him.”
    “Then don’t,” was September’s advice. “You’ve got along this far without him, let it go. Maybe after the blessed event you might want to meet your new sibling, but I wouldn’t sweat it till then. Me, I’ve got to go back. Rosamund barred me from the attic and basement, so until I talk to Dad, I can’t get to my grade school artwork short of pushing her out of the way and making a run for it.”
    “Pregnant . . .”
    “Ruminate on that some more. Meanwhile, I’ve got some interviews to take care of.”
    “What