"When we get to the house, if the truck is there, Fred and I will talk to your ex."
Pretty asked more questions. The blue people answered, the door shut, and the house was quiet again.
Now Dyson had questions, she wanted to know what a restraining order was, what a perpetrator was, and most of all what a floozy was.
"Do I look like Dick?"
"Like a what?"
"Who. Dick's a who."
"Who's Dick?"
"The smartest guy I ever met. He could tell you any word and what it meant. He called it the definition."
"Where is he now?"
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