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made Solomon late for work, and me renege on my agreement to Lorena, so instead, we agreed to meet up for a lunchtime horizontal later in the day.
    I called Lily as I drove to Lorena’s place, cursing the slow traffic. “Tell me this,” I said. “Are Solomon and I boyfriend-girlfriend or what?”
    “Have either of you said you are?” she asked, her voice filling the car’s speakers.
    “Not exactly. I know we're dating but... I mean, who says ‘are you my boyfriend?’ It’s so…”
    “High school?”
    “Yeah. So I kind of just call him my boyfriend in my head,” I said, pausing at how lame that sounded. On the plus side, I could call all kinds of guys my boyfriend in my head and they could never complain. Win!
    “So what’s the situ? Did you have dinner last night?”
    “Yeah, at some Thai place that no one we know goes to.”
    “Maybe he really likes the food.”
    “Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen with me. He stayed over at my house.”
    “Oooh!”
    “But I think it was because there was zero chance one of the guys at work would make an accidental driveby.”
    “Pfft,” said Lily. “Do you care when you leave your car at Solomon’s?”
    “No. He made me French toast.”
    “He’s your boyfriend.”
    “He kissed me on the nose this morning.”
    “Had you brushed your teeth?”
    “No.”
    “He’s still your boyfriend. And your problem is?”
    “My phone kept going off and I said maybe it was a guy, and Solomon said ‘your business’ like he didn’t care, and it didn’t matter if I had another guy in the wings.”
    “What exactly were Solomon’s words?”
    “’Your business’.”
    “So he didn’t say anything else?”
    “No.”
    “Have you told him you love him yet? You know, since you two actually got together?”
    “No! Okay, in my head. But he told me ages ago and he hasn’t said it since.”
    “Maybe he’s waiting for you this time. Be brave, Lexi. You don’t need to wait for a guy. You are a modern woman. You can do whatever the hell you want, including making the first move.”
    “You speak sense.”
    “I know and I haven’t even been drinking. When are you coming by the bar? We need to talk wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses, and everything else wedding. Oh! The wedding reception!”
    “At the bar? The reception is at the bar?” I turned onto Lorena’s road and began the tedious search for her house. They all looked the same, which didn’t help. "I thought it was at The Belmont."
    “Talking about the reception at the bar,” Lily clarified. “Where are you anyway? Are you going to work? Did you get a case? Is it juicy? Is it about the two people from our gym?”
    “Schwarz and Doyle?”
    “They sound like a coffee brand. Are you investigating their deaths?”
    “No, Maddox said Jim Schwarz’s death was natural, and I don’t think anyone even called the police for Karen Doyle, just an ambulance.”
    “Huh. Well, I guess, they’re the experts. Wasn’t Karen the same woman who sat next to Jim yesterday?”
    That made me take notice. I did think she looked familiar. “Really?”
    “I think so. Yeah, I’m sure she did. Oh, that’s bad.”
    “I know. Really sad.”
    “No, I meant you’ll never be able to find out where she got that cute top from now. Where did you say you’re going again?”
    “My friend, Lorena’s house.”
    “Who?”
    “My running partner. I told you. You met her last week. She called and said she needed to talk.”
    “What about?” Lily asked and I heard a smash in the background. Lily groaned.
    “No idea, but I’m here now,” I said, stopping at Lorena's house, right behind her Toyota. “See you at seven?”
    “There will be a mojito with your name on it.”
    “I won’t be late.”
    Lorena’s house was the middle in a row of link houses all painted the same sandy beige with identical paths leading to the door and identical rectangular patches of grass. It was a new development, less than a decade old, and mostly