Mindy Cooper has always tried to play by the rules. Although her job as a reporter for Schuyler Square's newspaper is neither glamorous or high-paying, Mindy's goal has been to report the truth. Unfortunately, the truth isn't always easy to discover...
"Come on, Peter," Mindy said with a nervous laugh. "You're kidding me, aren't you? I didn't have anything to do with Fritz's death! We were friends. Well, we were sort of friends."
"Friends have been known to murder other friends," Sandy observed.
Mindy glared at her sister. "Please stay out of this, Sandy."
"I'm just trying to help. Say, if you're going to be spending a few hours at the police station, would you mind if I borrowed that new dress you just got? I'm going clubbing tonight."
"Take it," Mindy said through clenched teeth, "but you're paying for the dry cleaning tomorrow."
"No way! I'm not going to spill anything on it. It won't need dry cleaning."
"Oh, really? What about my white blouse that you spilled red wine on plus what looked like an entire plate of nachos?"
"Honestly, you're so picky," Sandy complained.
"Ladies, if you don't mind I need to get going," Peter interjected. "Mindy, you can ride with me."
"In your squad car? No thanks."
"I have my own car. Let's go."
Looking at Peter sharply, Mindy realized that there was more to Peter's request than she'd realized. "Of course," she said, grabbing her purse. "Sandy, I'll be back later. Try not to destroy my wardrobe while I'm gone."
"I'll take care of everything," Sandy promised. "Even if you get arrested. Don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure that everyone at the paper knows where you are and why you can't come to work but before you go where are those jeans you were wearing the other day? I want to try them on."
Mindy left the apartment without answering. Once outside, she took a deep breath, unsure of what was bother her more--being taken down the police station for questioning in a murder or the way her sister was more interested in Mindy's clothes than she was in this new predicament. "Sorry about that," she said to Peter.
Leading the way to a silver Mustang, Peter laughed. "I got the feeling that you and your sister don't really get along."
"No, we don't. We're just too different." Climbing into Peter's car, Mindy waited until he was behind the wheel and buckled in before she spoke. "Now what's up? Policemen don't usually pick up suspects in their own cars. What's really going on? Do you honestly thing I'm a suspect in Fritz's death?"
Peter shook his head. "No, I don't."
"Then where are we going?"
"Out for coffee. I need your help, Mindy. No one is doing anything to solve Fritz's murder and I thought that maybe if we put our heads together we'd be able to figure out what happened. You worked at Kutrate Kemicals and you've got a sharp mind. I know we can do this."
Mindy took in Peter's blond hair, blue eyes and extremely broad shoulders and found herself agreeing. It had been a while since she'd gone out for coffee with such an attractive man. Plus, Peter seemed sweet which would be a refreshing change from her former fiance. "Why not? Coffee is way better than being arrested."
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