Chapter SevenMature

"Well, thank you Ms. Himmelstein," I said after a short period of silence. "Remember, if you remember anything that might be helpful in the investigation, call me."

Rebekah said nothing.

I looked at Herman and then back at Rebekah. "Have a better day," I said solemnly. I turned, grabbed Herman by the shoulder, and walked out the door. 

The door slammed behind us.

I smiled to myself as we walked down the driveway to our cars. 

"Hey Marc," Herman said quietly as we approached the car.

I shifted my gaze to him. The first thing I noticed was that he was biting his lip. The second thing I noticed was that he was slightly red. Flustered, almost. "What's up?" I asked, opening the car door.

He cleared his throat. "That Rebekah girl, do you think I---"

"No," I said with a chuckle. "I don't, Herman. You can't sleep with suspects."

Herman's eyes widened. "I never suggested that I wanted to sleep with her!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Whenever you talk to her your voice shoots up an octave and sounds like someone cut a hole in your vocal chords. When you stand by her you put your hands behind your back and lock your fingers, so that you won't accidentally just lose it and start feeling her all over. When you look at her you fall into a dazed stare. When she talks to you your legs are crossed and you look as though every word she's saying is going in one ear and out the other. When she---"

"I get it, I get it!" Herman snapped. He looked over his shoulder at the house and sighed.  "Anyway, she's not a suspect. Her alibi is legit. I triple checked."

"Came prepared, eh?" I said with a smirk.

Herman shot me a look. I shrugged and climbed in the car. He opened the door and stepped in. "I just don't see why I can't even ask her out to dinner. What's wrong with a little dinner?" he asked with another deep sigh.

"I have no problem with it, personally," I said with a nod. "Usually I would, but you're right. There's no way that she could have murdered him. She was out of town. At the same time, though, she could have arranged for someone else to kill him."

"Possible," Herman admitted. "But unlikely."

"I agree," I said.

Silence consumed the car.

"So," I said slowly. "Are you going or aren't you?"

Herman frowned. "What?"

"Go ask her if she wants to go out for dinner!"

Herman looked at the house and then back at me. "Are you nuts?!"

"Are you nervous?"

Herman looked shocked. "Me? Nervous? Not in the slightest!"

"I think you've lost your touch, Clyde."

Next thing I knew, the car door flew open and Herman was marching up to the house. I grinned widely as he knocked on the door. The door opened, and from what I could tell, Rebekah had answered the door. Herman was talking to her, motioning a little with his hands. The big moment, I thought as I saw him motion at her and then at himself. No one moved. I couldn't see Rebekah's face, but it looked like a smile to me.

I must have been wrong, because Rebekah suddenly lashed out and slapped Clyde across the face. She slammed the door. I stared, my smug smile turning into a smile of suppressed laughter. Herman turned slowly. He walked back towards the car. He approached the car and climbed in, still holding the redder of his two red cheeks.

I swallowed. There was awkward silence for a few seconds.

"Don't say a word," he muttered.

I chuckled. "Wasn't going to."

I started the car and backed up. Herman sighed.

"Need some ice?" I asked, trying as hard as I could not to laugh. It was in vain. I suddenly exploded in laughter, pounding my fist against the wheel. In retaliation, Herman punched me in the shoulder. Regardless, my laughter didn't let up. Herman was laughing too by this time. We continued laughing all the way to the station.

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