I watched him go, heart hurting, wishing I could help. Maybe I could peek at the case, see if there was anything the detectives missed-
And sighed, turned back to the kitchen and forced myself to keep going. Because sure, Fee, untrained you with a terrible track record for getting into trouble that had nothing to do with you is going to crack an investigation that was likely natural causes because you might see something the pros missed.
I really had to get my priorities sorted out.
Mom hustled, her normally happy expression missing, though when I hurried to try to help her she scowled at me before jabbing her stirring spoon at Petunia. The pug huddled in the corner, looking pathetic and sad, cringing under my mother's furious gaze.
"Take that dog out of my kitchen!" Um, wow. "Mom, are you ok-" "Now, Fiona!"
Okie dokie, then.