“Oh, I’d know so much more than that if I lived here,” says Michael.
“Steven Robins is also executor of Dad’s will,” adds David. “He’s calling in a couple favors. Working the weekend. Pushing us to the head of the line. Says it’s a very simple estate so we should be good to go tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest.”
“Would this be the will he recently altered?” says Michael.
“I guess.”
“Did he give you two and Little Arnie even more goodies?”
“We don’t know,” says Judith.
“You haven’t seen these alterations?”
“Of course not. That’s a private matter between Dad and his lawyer.”
Michael sneers at that. “Yeah. Right.”
Ceepak clears his throat. “We need to conduct a few more interviews …”
“Why don’t you just go arrest the homicidal nurse and save us all a lot of time and aggravation?” asks Judith. “I’m sure Mrs. Crabtree’s family would be happy to see Christine pay for what she did to their mother, too!”
“Trust me, Mrs. Rosen,” says Ceepak. “If the evidence indicates that Christine Lemonopolous is the culprit, in this or any other murder, we will, indeed, arrest her and hold her for trial.”
“Good!” shouts Judith. “Good riddance to bad rubbish!”
David is about to pat her on the knee again and tell her to calm down. But he remembers he’s not supposed to do that, not if he wants to keep on living. So, instead, he fidgets with his Bart Simpson wristwatch.
“Danny?” Ceepak nudges his head toward the door.
Hallelujah.
We’re done sitting shiva.
We climb into Ceepak’s shiny hot wheels detective car and head south.
I use my cell to contact Christine.
“We need to talk to you,” I say in my most official junior detective voice.
“No problem,” she says. “You guys want coffee or something?”
“Sure. Do I have any?”