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plan.  It’s the perfect crime.”
“Really?  Then why am I still here?”
“That whole morals thing.  Besides, Mom’s intuition kicked in and she told me if I actually killed you, she was going to break both my legs off and beat me over the head with the bloody stumps.  I don’t think she was kidding.”
“Well, that explains it then.  Good to know we’re past that.”  There was a moment when she looked deep into my eyes, trying to divine all my future plans.  “We are past that, right?”
“So far.”  I paused just long enough to make her uncomfortable.  “Can we get back to making me some money please?”
She was back into business mode immediately, “Ok, I didn’t find a lot of information about the murder, thought I would leave that little project to you, seeing as you’re the one that’s basically obsessed.  I decided since I was already online I’d look around and see what else there was to see.  I went to the sheriff’s website.  There isn’t a single job, part-time or otherwise, that I’m qualified for.”
“Not even meter maid?”
“If they exist anymore, they aren’t listed.  I don’t even qualify for janitorial staff.”
“Well crap!”
“That’s what I thought.  But then it dawned on me.  We have options.  We could either find a different reward out there, one that we actually have a shot at being awarded, or, we could cozy up to someone that has a shot at this one.”
“So you’re going to cozy up to a cop just so he will share his $100,000 with me?”  I had to laugh.  “You know they have a name for that.  Starts with a ‘P’.  Oldest profession and all that.”
Teagan was pissed, “Well, that was insulting, thank-you-very-much.  I’m not the one trying to BS her way to fame and fortune.  I have a job.  You’re the one that started this, but if you’re gonna be like that Cara, I’m going to take my information, and myself, and go home.  Then I’m going to enjoy the rest of my well deserved vacation, and forget you ever brought this up.”
“Sorry.  I didn’t mean that to be as harsh as it came out.  I was kidding.”  I did my best to look pitiful, not a huge stretch at the moment.
She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and finished off with her patented, “Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.”  Her catch phrase from our youth, meaning she didn’t agree, was certain she could prove she was right, but couldn’t be bothered. 
It broke the tension.  We both laughed.  Always a good thing.
Teagan continued, “What I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, is that we have two options you may have overlooked.  The first is to find another moneymaking opportunity on the Internet.  There seems to be a plethora of people willing to pay huge amounts of money for just the type of thing you’re talking about.  Or, we could cozy up to, as in get to know on a purely platonic basis, the officers that already work for the department and already have information.  We do have at least one person that could help, your very own brother, granted, he doesn’t work in that division, but maybe he could point us in the direction of someone with knowledge.  Then perhaps we could persuade them to share the information with two lovely sisters.  Cops have a thing about being helpful, they’re all about being of service.”
“You’re brilliant you know.”
“I know.”  She smiled, “Some say that the size of the brain and the size of the boobs are directly correlated.  I agree, but I think that the stereotype is backwards.  It isn’t really a case of - the bigger the boobs the dumber the blonde - actually, quite the opposite.  The amount of breast tissue is an indicator of the system’s ability to generate cells, meaning I have far more gray matter bouncing around in my noggin than you.”
“Yes Teagan, I openly admit it’s true, you’ve always had far more bounce than I.  It would seem that you have this all figured out.  Tell me the rest.”
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