108 Domestic Abuse

"Well, it's about time you woke up," Dad teased when I came downstairs later that night. I had slept all day, with his permission, because I had been up the night before with the murder.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," I said, looking in the refrigerator. "What would you like for dinner?"

Dad smiled, leaning against the stove. "Since you were sleeping all day, I ordered a pizza. I figured that you wouldn't feel much like cooking. Is that okay?"

I scoffed. "Yeah! Why would I mind?"

Dad chuckled. "I though you wouldn't object. It'll be here any minute." Dad poured himself a glass of iced tea and then turned to me, holding up the tea pitcher. "Want some?"

I nodded. "Here. I'll get it."

"No, go sit down. I can get it." He pulled another glass out of the cabinet while I pulled the plates and silverware out of the cabinet and set the table.

"Dad, did you find out anything more about the victims?" I asked, unable to get the murders out of my mind.