DOA, Chapter 12

“Well, kid, now that we know the feet belong to two different skeletons, we can lay the bad dancer theory to rest, which is probably a good thing considering how many we have in this town. Any luck at the boneyard?”

“I got a monthly bone count from Bin 206, sir. Here it is.”

“Hmm. That October number’s really high.”

“Halloween, sir. It can be hard keeping it together the whole month. The anxiety of finding the right costume and all.”

“True.”

“I made you a copy of that chip beef recipe, sir.”

“Thanks, kid. I appreciate… Wait a minute. What’d you just say?”

“That I have a hard time keeping it together in October because of the stress of finding the perfect costume?”

“No, not that. The other thing you said.”

“Chip beef, sir?”

“Yes. Why’d you call it that?”

“Oh, that. I meant chipped beef, sir. I noticed that some of the cookbooks call it ‘chip’ beef instead of chipped beef. Sounds a bit folksy, if you ask me.”

“Agreed. Go back to Bin 206. See if you can get the daily counts and locations for all of October. I’m going to check in again with Nurse Janet.”

“Do you have a medical question, sir?”

“Sort of, plus she’s asked for a copy of the recipe.”