Page 57 of Psychic Obsession
Frode huffed.
"May I come in?"
"Why?"Frode crossed his arms over his chest, but when Nikolai kept walking toward him, he stepped aside, so he could enter.
"What are you up to tonight?"Nikolai toed off his shoes, and Frode stared.
"This is home invasion."
"No, sweetheart, it's not."
Frode scowled."Fuck you, Nesterova."
The microwave pinged, and Nikolai grinned."Food's done."
Turning around, Frode stomped toward the kitchen."Are you staying?"
"Yes."
"Would you like some lasagna?"
"Yes."
Fucker.Frode grabbed a green plate, cut a piece of lasagna, and switched it for his plate in the microwave."Why are you here?Other than to eat."
Nikolai shrugged."We talked to Sam today.The man who sold the rug to the suspect."
Frode turned to look at him."And?"He never got this involved in cases.
"He sold him the rug but only talked to him for a minute.He never learned his name.He paid cash.And he complained about the southern exit to the freeway being blocked."
"The roundabout."
"Right."Nikolai nodded.
"Back in August?"Frode believed so.He'd found it stupid to block roads in the middle of the tourist season, but he guessed road construction needed to be done when there was no snow.
"Maybe.Isaac is looking into it."
Isaac?It was Elmore, right?"Anything from Saylor?"
Nikolai narrowed his eyes."No.Why?"
Frode shrugged.Maybe he should do a reading of the rug to confirm the same man had touched it."How did you find the guy?The seller, I mean."
"We had people asking the neighbors and families of the victims if they recognized either of the men in the drawings, and one woman said his name was Sam and that he worked at Bixler Auto Repairs."
The microwave pinged again, and Frode grabbed the plate and held it out to Nikolai.
"Why do I get a green plate and you a white?"
"Only I touch the white ones."
Nikolai held onto his gaze a little too long, then he nodded."And only you touch the remote and the light switches."
"As much as possible, yes."
"But you're always wearing gloves."Nikolai aimed a look at his hands.
