Mrs. Cavanaugh gave me some good information with her descriptions of both the kids and the car, but I didn’t exactly have access to police databases. I had to canvass the neighborhood and go on stakeouts. Fortunately, the neighborhood was on my side to find out who was responsible. I just had to do the legwork. I was able to narrow it down to—”
“Matthew,” Nikki interrupted, “I am rapidly losing interest.”
“You said you wanted to hear the story. I’m fine not telling this. Believe me.”
“I believe you are intentionally drawing out the minutiae to stall for time.”
“Despite appearances, my job is boring, punctuated by moments of traumatic terror.”
“Do not dally, Matthew. Get to the point.”
“Okay, sure,” I shrugged. “So after the demons were banished I find this card on my windshield—”
“Demons!” Jessie squealed.
“Do not be deliberately difficult, Matthew, you have enough natural inclination without that.”
“I just want to tell the story how it should be told,” I said.
“Then continue, but without the tedium, please.”
“I’ll do my best.”