�Look, let�s drop this ridiculous obsession with schoolgirl fantasies of fictional romantic holidays. It�s just another day. Drop it.� His voice was louder than he intended it to be.

�Shhh!� Diane scowled at him.

�Look,� his voice became a hoarse whisper, �there are some more important things going on here today than whether Cupid graced you with his presence yesterday. My cousin is lying here, barely clinging to life.�

�Yeah, thanks to you.�

�What the hell do you mean by that?�

�Are you going to sit there and deny those were your prints on the knife that stabbed her? On the knife that was planted haphazardly in the hand of Wendy�s husband? Or that you knew Wendy was married?�

Harry looked genuinely surprised, and he wiped perspiration from his brow as he tried to compose himself again. His eyes darted at the door.

�Yes,� Diane continued her rant, �Danny finally told me about your little stunt with Wendy and why Lauren hated you so much. I�m just trying to figure out why you shot up Lauren with Drano and left those kids in that apartment, alone with her. What the hell is wrong with you?�

�You have to get out of here now.�

�That�s it? That�s all you have to say to me?�

�Your life is in danger.�

�Oh, so, now you�re going to add me to the body count? Why, because I know too much? What, are we back to that lousy mystery novel again?� Diane�s voice was getting steadily louder as she spoke, and she jabbed her index finger in the air at Harry. �Do you know what the last words out of her mouth were, Harry?�

�No. And I don�t care. Now get the hell out of here, while you still can.�

��Fuck Harry Denby. This is all his fault.� That�s what she said. You gave her those drugs, didn�t you, Harry?�

�Detective Russell, I�m warning you. It�s time for you to leave now.�

�You tried to kill my partner. Your own cousin. You think I�m going to just walk right out of here?�