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through fluttering lashes.
     
    “Yes, her.” I pointed. Honestly, what is the IQ required these days by the police department? You would think they would have some sort of testing; after all, they let them carry guns. It doesn’t exactly take Sherlock Holmes levels of detection to identify the suspect since there were only the two of them and I had eliminated Jonathon. I hope this cop never plays the game Clue—who did it with the candlestick would take this guy hours to figure out. Jonathon stood rubbing his back; his glasses hung off one ear. Everyone looked at me. “I want her arrested. She broke in here. I think she may have some mental health challenges.” I crossed my arms and looked over at her. I felt a little bad for her, but not so much that I didn’t want to see her dragged out by her blond hair, imaginary tiara and all.
     
    Diana’s eyes filled with thick tears. She had the world’s largest eyes. She looked like those creepy Precious Moments figurines that my sister Deirdre used to collect. One of the tears hung there for a moment as if it was trying to lower itself slowly and then it fell splashing down on her cheeks.
     
    “Erin, don’t be mad at me,” she pleaded.
     
    “You know her?” Jonathon asked, brushing off his expensive suit. His eyes looked small without his glasses, or perhaps they looked small only because of the comparison with Diana-I-have-freakishly-large-eyes over in the corner.
     
    “I just wanted to be your friend,” she said with a hiccupped sob. The police officer who had knelt on Jonathon passed her a tissue. Apparently now he was now in touch with his inner good cop. She flashed me a quick smile and then went back to her tears when the officer turned back.
     
    “I met her through the Positive Partnerships program. I was assigned to be her mentor,” I explained.
     
    “Except you didn’t want to be matched with me. And now this has happened.”
     
    “What exactly did happen?” one of the officers finally asked.
     
    “She broke into my house.” Good Lord, I was going to have to get this guy flashcards or diagram the situation like a sentence into small parts he could understand.
     
    “It’s true I did let myself in. I wanted to talk to Erin again. I knew I sort of screwed it up when we met, and I wanted another chance. I thought if she knew how I could help her then she would reconsider.”
     
    “This seems very clear cut. She’s confessed. Arrest her,” Jonathon said.
     
    “Sir, if you don’t mind, why don’t you let us do our job?”
     
    “I assume your job includes reimbursing me for my glasses?” He held out the remains.
     
    “What is your name, sir?” One of the officers said as he pulled out a notebook.
     
    “Jonathon Wright, that’s spelled W-R-I-G-H-T.” Jonathon jabbed his shirttails back into his pants with firm thrusts. “I should tell you both that I am a lawyer and technically what you did could constitute battery.” I saw one of the officers roll his eyes at the other.
     
    “Is all of this going to be in the paper?” Diana asked with the quivering lower lip.
     
    “Paper?” Jonathon said, blinking his tiny eyes. The officer looked over at him and I could see his eye snag on Jonathon’s wedding ring. He looked over at my bare hand and one eyebrow went up. Suddenly, I’ve got Inspector Pirot on the case.
     
    “There is a chance it could be in the paper, with all of your names, of course. Miss Callighan is a bit of a celebrity. The press likes these kinds of stories.”
     
    “She’s just a radio talk show host,” Jonathon protested.
     
    “She’s so much more than that!” Diana said. “She’s not afraid to say what she thinks. A lot of people really look up to her. That’s why I was so glad she was assigned to be my mentor.”
     
    “That was Wright with a W , correct?” the officer asked with a smirk.
     
    “I don’t want my name mixed up in all of this.”
     
    “Well, sir, it seems you are mixed up in