QUOTE : Go away.” I stick my elbow in his ribs and force him to step back. “Sit on the couch and keep your hands to yourself,” I instruct, then follow him to the sofa and grab my Dating and Sex for Dummies books off the coffee table and shove them into my sock drawer while he laughs. “You’re making me miss my show,” I gripe as I toss things into the suitcase.<br /><br /> “Your show? You sound like you’re eighty.” He glances at the TV behind me then back to me. “Murder on Mason Lane,” he says. “It was the neighbor. She was committing Medicare fraud using the victim’s deceased wife’s information. He caught on so she killed him.”<br /><br /> I gasp. “You spoiler! You spoiling spoiler who spoils!” Then I shrug. “This is a new episode. You don’t even know that. It’s the daughter. She killed him. I’ve had her pegged since the first commercial break.”<br /><br /> “You’re cute.”<br /><br /> “Just you wait,” I tell him, very satisfied with myself. I’m really good at guessing whodunnit.<br /><br /> “Sorry, you murder nerd, I worked on this case two years ago. It’s the neighbor.”<br /><br /> “Really?” I drop my makeup bag into the suitcase and check to see if he’s teasing me.<br /><br /> “I swear. I’ll tell you all the good shit the show left out once we’re on the plane.”<br /><br /> I survey Boyd with interest. I do have a lot of questions. “I thought you were in cyber crimes, not murder.”<br /><br /> “Murder isn’t a department,” he replies, shaking his head at me.<br /><br /> “You know what I mean.”<br /><br /> “Most crimes have a cyber component to them these days. There’s always a cyber trail.”<br /><br /> Shit, that’s hot.