Warily eyeing the six beer bottles that stood in an accusingly crooked row in front of him, Bobby belched as he considered the evidence. Not only had someone removed their caps and drained their contents, but they had apparently done so under the very nose of one of New York's finest detectives!
Hoping to elicit a confession, he subjected the offending bottles to his best intimidating glare. To his disappointment, they responded with the blank indifference that only inanimate objects can ever successfully achieve.
But he wasn't a great detective for nothing. Carefully reviewing the events of the day, he eventually identified the cause of his current giddy befuddlement.
All seven pounds eight ounces of her.