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yet.”
    Eliot wrinkled his nose and pinched the bridge of it tiredly. “Fine. I don’t expect you to kick her out. Until she’s gone, though, how about we do sleepovers at my place instead of yours?”
    I smiled, my first real smile since our shared shower an hour before, and nodded agreeably. “I think that’s fair.” What? He lived right next door to the best coffee place in town. That’s not only avoiding stress but also finding Nirvana at the same time.
    Eliot walked to me and kissed me lightly. “That’s good,” he agreed. “I don’t think my blood pressure could take much more of cohabitating with the yoga Yoda – and I only see her once or twice a week as it is.”
    I smirked despite myself.
    “What?” Eliot cocked an eyebrow.
    “Yoga Yoda? I’m rubbing off on you.”
    “That’s a terrifying thought.”
    He leaned in to kiss me more completely this time but my cell phone interrupted his ministrations. I held up my finger to ask him to wait while I took the call. I saw from the caller ID that it was Fish.
    “What’s up?”
    “That’s the way you answer the phone?”
    “I knew it was you.”
    “What if it was an anonymous source?” Fish grumbled.
    “Calling from your phone? That would be quite the feat.”
    “No one has proper phone etiquette anymore,” Fish continued. “It’s a travesty.”
    This could go on forever. “So, why are you calling?”
    “I’m sending Duncan to the press conference at the sheriff’s department.”
    “What? Why?”
    I glanced over when I saw Eliot smirk at my sudden whining.
    “I need you to do something else,” Fish replied breezily.
    “What?” I asked suspiciously.
    “Don’t take that tone,” Fish warned. “I hate it when you take that tone.”
    I adjusted my tone through gritted teeth. “What do you want me to do?”
    “I’ve set up a meeting for you with the head of the air base.”
    I felt the air whoosh out of me. “Why?”
    “What do you mean why? We’re dealing with a freeway shooter. That means someone with possible military experience. We have an air base in this county. People are going to be naturally suspicious. We discussed this yesterday.” Fish sounded frustrated.
    “But why now?”
    “They called us,” Fish said simply.
    “Who did?”
    “The public affairs agent called me, at home I might add, this morning and said they wanted to set up a one-on-one interview about the situation as soon as possible,” Fish supplied. “It took me by surprise, too.”
    “I don’t understand,” I said finally. “You don’t think this sounds fishy?”
    “I do,” Fish said. I could practically see him nodding through the phone while twiddling his chunky gold wedding band. “That’s why I’m sending you.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “I know you won’t toe the government line,” Fish filled in the silence. “You’ll push past the bullshit – whatever bullshit they start shoveling our way. And, I’m telling you, I can just tell there’s going to be a big stinking pile of bullshit.”
    “Thanks for the visual,” I grumbled. “I think there was a compliment buried in there, though, so I’ll let it go.”
    “Don’t let it go to your head,” Fish admonished me. “You have to be out there in forty-five minutes, so you should probably get going. It will take you twenty minutes to get through security. Don’t wear anything inappropriate.”
    It was too late for that – and there was no way I was going to change now. I disconnected and turned to Eliot. “I guess I’m not going to a press conference at the sheriff’s department.”
    “Why?” Eliot watched me curiously.
    “Apparently I’m having a one-on-one interview with the base commander out at the air base,” I answered. “He called and requested it.”
    “Leonard Turner?” Eliot asked, surprised etched on his handsome face.
    “You know him?” I turned to him questioningly.
    “Everyone knows about him,” Eliot said. “He was all over the news when he came to town