"That's a fantastic idea, Sweetpea." Lydia layered on the sarcasm. "You believe that a high-ranking police officer might possibly be covering up a murder, or maybe is somehow involved in it, or filming it, or distributing images of it, or maybe all of the above, and you're just going to call him up and say, 'Hey, man, what's the what up?' " "I hadn't planned on sounding like J.J. from Good Times, but that's the gist." "Claire." She held out her hand for the phone. Lydia knew her sister's mind was set. She rummaged through her purse for the phone. The back of her hand hit the bottle of Percocet she'd taken from Claire's desk."