“Hey Dirk?”
He grunted.
“What’s your favorite kind of cake?”
We were at his house, sitting a respectable distance apart on the couch. Parks and Recreation played on one of his state-of-the-art TVs. I’d been the one to bring it.
“Why, are you going to bake me one?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Alas, your detective prowess will soon outmatch Sherlock’s. Your birthday’s in a week.”
“Along with Jake and Roxy. That’s a lot of stuff to make,” he said with a ghost smile.
I turned to him, almost knocking over one of