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out. She then compounded the joke by asking about the length of his police baton, and after a few giggles muffled out of respect, the three girls just couldn’t hold it in.
    Hayley waited for the laughter to die down. “Seriously, though, the significance—”
    â€œDid you exchange numbers?”
    â€œWell, Audra, he left me his card, but I’m pretty sure it was for investigative purposes only. Ya know?”
    Diane rapped her knuckles on the table. “Hey, does Big Dick have an actual name?”
    â€œIt’s Grant Hutchinson, actually. A perfectly respectable name. So you can all stop calling him Big Dick right about now.”
    â€œNo need to get testy. We’re here to help. But we’re curious about this business of ‘close-ish.’ Does that mean there was tongue?” This from Suz, of course.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWas there—”
    â€œOh, for cripes’ sake!” But the girls were looking at her, waiting.
    â€œFine. He had his hands under my skirt on my thighs and ass; I had one hand inside his shirt and the other on his . . . big dick,” Hayley explained, ticking the hand placements off like a shopping list. “Full-frontal grinding. It lasted for, like, a minute, tops.”
    â€œSo was it in or was it out?” Suz asked.
    Hayley put her hands on her hips. “You’re totally missing the point. This isn’t about sex. This is about a serious life crisis that I don’t even fully understand yet.”
    Audra smiled sympathetically, but a telltale twitch at the corners of her mouth suggested something else. Suz was busy choking on her pancakes, so she couldn’t toss out one of her zingers, and Diane just kept nodding and making notes in the damned Palm.
    â€œWhat?” Hayley looked from one friend to the other. “What?”
    The three girls looked at each other and seemed to realize that maybe this wasn’t one of Hayley’s exaggerations. Audra patted Hayley’s hand again. “Okay. We hear you. But if we’re going to understand exactly what we’re dealing with here, you’re going to have to give us a little more to go by.”
    Suz finally swallowed the clump of pancake, her eyes glittering with anticipation. “In other words, start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”
    In spite of the depressing subtext of the story, Hayley was enjoying the attention. So she told them everything, every gory detail.
    When she finished, Suz, Audra, and Diane just stared bug-eyed at Hayley with their chins resting on their hands. Absolutely riveted. Finally, Suz asked, “What did he say after that?”
    Hayley stared morosely into her empty latte mug. “Nothing. It was just, ‘There’s a deceased person approximately four feet from here.’ And then, like I said, he left.”
    â€œHow rude,” Audra sputtered.
    â€œI don’t think I follow his meaning,” Diane said, scratching her nose thoughtfully with the stylus. “Why didn’t he just say ‘dead’? Why ‘deceased’?”
    â€œHe didn’t even thank you?” Suz asked.
    Crushed, Hayley just looked at the girls and shook her head. They. Just. Didn’t. Get. It. “This isn’t a guy story. The issue is my totally inappropriate response! You’ve completely missed the point.”
    Audra kept her face hidden in her latte mug, but Suz let out an inelegant snort, which apparently gave Diane license to ask, “Fondling the policeman wasn’t the point?”
    â€œOkay, I get what’s happening here,” Hayley huffed. “You think I’m just being my usual alarmist self. You think this is just another one of my bush-league traumas. Uh-uh. Let me tell you. This was nothing less than a cry for help.”
    She leaned forward. “I found a coworker dead, decomposing after at least a day of going unnoticed, and apparently my strongest