Fangs at Fasching

Detective Halterman was standing with Terry Winter in the loft of the stable, where they’d been in attendance to the second examination. They’d already finished with the body of Katie, the maid, in the house. The forensic team was releasing the body from the saddle horse and preparing to take it away to join that of the maid in the ambulance for the eight-mile trip back to Garmisch.

“I wish it weren’t so,” Terry said.

“So, what are your observations? The detective in Geneva said you were a great help in the case there after getting past the initial tension between you two.”

“The initial tension?” Terry asked.

“I think you know—your reputation for laying down for any man with an erection and the attraction men have for you. I wasn’t expecting you to be so good-looking, fit, and sexy.”

“My, you don’t mince words, do you, Detective?” Terry asked, more amused than insulted. “Are you saying that you’re attracted to me too?”

“We don’t really have time for being subtle and, from what I have heard about you, you bypass subtle altogether.”