![]() And never mind that she was the richest person in the state. I knew why-what had we just been talking about ten minutes ago? It was ludicrous.īut not to Nick, who was blinking fast and, I could tell, about to ask Jessica just what the hell her problem was. She tried to muffle it, but the laugh escaped anyway. My massive ignorance of current events was nothing new to her. ![]() So while Nick was looking amazed that I could live in the same state with rampant media coverage (was there any other kind?) of a killer, Jessica was just nodding. And I sure as shit didn't watch TV I was a DVD girl. I mean, I never even checked the weather reports anymore. If I wanted to get depressed, I'd read an Oprah pick. Even in Minnesota, which had a pretty low crime rate, even here they only wanted to talk about the bad. ![]() Why bother? It was never, ever anything good. (Well, I skimmed the birth announcements, but only since the Ant's eighth month, and never since Baby Jon came squalling into the world.) I mean, seriously. "Oh, that Driveway Killer." It was embarrassing to admit, but I never watched the news and I never read the paper. ![]() "The one who's yanking these poor women right out of their own driveways, strangling them, and then dumping the nude bodies in public parking lots?" "I'm the local liaison for the Driveway Killer task force," Nick explained, fussing with his coffee and finally putting it down on the coffee table in front of him. ![]()
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