"This is my dad," Lucy announced to a classroom of bored-looking students. "He shoots people."
Don (who had been taking a swig of an unfortunately non-alcoholic beverage) took the opportunity to do a spit take. Maybe attending Lucy's Career Day wasn't such a terrible waste of time after all.
"He... shoots people?" Lucy's poor teacher asked faintly, fanning herself with a stack of ungraded papers.
Danny sputtered. "I'm a police detective!"
Twenty-six pairs of eyes stared up at him. Danny fidgeted, while Don only snorted. Lucy looked at him as if only just noticing his presence.
"Oh. And this is my uncle, Don. He arrests the people my dad shoots."
"Hey!" Don protested hotly. "I shoot people too!"
Finally, a response. "Really? How many-"
"Okay," Lucy's teacher interrupted. "I think the... er, detectives... need to be going now."
Lucy waved at them as they were quickly escorted from the classroom.
"I'm going to kill her."
"No, you're not."
Danny deflated. "I know."
