Grave Surprise by Charlaine Harris

Tolliver said, without a trace of irony.

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    AFTER the departure of the police, the silence that fell was the noisiest silence we’d ever shared. I didn’t even want to look at my brother, much less discuss what had just happened. We didn’t move. Finally, I threw my hands up in the air, made a sound that came out “Arrrr,” and stomped into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. It immediately opened, and Tolliver strode in.
    â€œAll right, what did you want me to say?” he said. “Did you want me to lie?”
    I’d thrown myself down on my bed, and Tolliver chose to loom over me, his hands on his hips.
    â€œI didn’t want you to say anything,” I said, in as neutral a voice as I could manage. But then I bounced to my feet to glare at him. “I didn’t want you to say anything today. What I would have wanted, if I could have had it, was for you to haveshown a little discretion, a little common sense, months ago! What were you thinking? Was your upper brain involved in this process at all?”
    â€œYou just…can’t you cut me some slack?”
    â€œNo! No! A waitress here or there, well, ick, but okay! You meet someone in a bar, well, okay! We all have needs. But to have a relationship with a client, someone involved in a case…come on , Tolliver. You should keep your pants zipped! Or can you?”
    Since Tolliver was so in the wrong, he got even angrier. “She was just a woman. She isn’t even a member of the family, at least not the direct family!”
    â€œJust a woman. Okay, I’m seeing it now. Just a hole for you to sink into, is that what you’re saying? So much for being selective. So much for thinking every time you have sex, ‘Is this the woman I choose to have a baby with?’ Because that’s what it means, Tolliver!”
    â€œWas that what you were thinking when you screwed that cop in Sarne? How you wanted to have his baby?”
    There was another silence, this one charged with other tensions.
    â€œHey,” he said, “I’m sorry I said that.” The anger drained away.
    â€œI don’t know if I’m sorry or not,” I said. “You know you did a wrong thing. Can’t you just say it? Do you have to justify it?”
    â€œDo you have to ask me to?”
    â€œYes, I think I do. Because this wasn’t only personal, thiswas business, too. You’ve never done that before.” Okay, at least I didn’t think he had.
    â€œFelicia wasn’t paying us. She’s not really a member of the family.”
    â€œBut still.”
    â€œYeah, yeah,” he said, crumbling at last. “You’re right. She was too close to the action. I shouldn’t have.” He smiled, that rare, radiant smile that almost made me smile in return. Almost. “But she made a real pass at me, and I guess I was too weak to turn it down. She was offering, she was pretty, and I couldn’t think of a real reason why not.”
    I tried to think of something to say, but I couldn’t. Actually, why not? Exactly for this reason, that’s why not—because this time, Tolliver’s sex life had backfired on us. I thought we were in even more trouble than we’d been before, and that hadn’t been inconsiderable.
    Tolliver hugged me. “I’m sorry,” he said, and his voice was quiet and sincere. I hugged him back, inhaling the familiar smell of him, laying my cheek against his hard chest. We stood like that for a long minute, with the dust motes floating in the sun coming through the hotel window. Then his arms loosened, and I stepped back.
    â€œThis is what the detectives should have asked you: who called you about the cemetery?” I asked.
    â€œDr. Nunley. And in Detective Lacey’s defense, he did ask me that at the station.”
    â€œDid Nunley say who’d asked him to call? Or did you get the impression it was just his idea?” I went back