Crew didn't get to chastise him, because my blurtiness interceded.

"The body was bloodless," I said. I knew intimately because I'd hung on the line with it (him) for quite some time. "So whose blood was it?"

"We need to ask that of Fleur King," Matt said. "The owner's name was etched on the cap."

And that told me I already guessed who it belonged to. Awesome.

Mom tugged at me as I left the step to go to Matt while Crew answered his ringing ...