TITLE: THE SECRET IS MURDER
Okay. Is there anything else I could do?”
“Yes, there is.” Marty leaned over before I realized what he was going to do and kissed me lightly on the mouth. “But it may be a bit early in our relationship.”
He got up holding the bag of fish remains he was going to have tested for poison.
I took a deep breath and followed him to the door. “I have another idea,” I said.
He turned, his eyebrows raised.
I pretended to be in deep thought to cover a rushing tide of feeling. “I’ll call on each funeral director in town and ask him to check his records for the names and causes of death for men ages eighteen to twenty-five who died in the year I was born.”
“There you go, Detective…uh…what did the bartender call you tonight?”
“Brenda Starr. He said it’s some cartoon character from the fifties, a glamorous newspaper reporter.” I tossed my head and flicked my hair in what I hoped was a parody of glamour.
“Goodnight, Detective Brenda Starr.” He put the arm not holding the fish around me and gave me another light kiss. He held me close to him for a few seconds, keeping his face near mine as he looked in my eyes. Then he let go and was out the door. I could feel Othello and Rigoletto bump against my legs as I stared out the door.
“Boys,” I whispered to the dog and cat. “Did you catch that?”