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ht you two broke up." He paused, th
. Again." "So wh
clue." I chopped the ends off the asparagus one at a time, ignoring the
t, and find out
n't want to talk to him." The p
e ends off more asparagus stalks, the bang of t
ne rang
persistent, and he
tion.
fumbled his way toward
eave it
ave
een so he could read it. "Ha! See? I told you. It's work. Forty years on duty. Forty! I know what I'm talking about. Unles
d the phone at me instead of crossing the kitchen to pass it off like a normal per
er it if it's
ld," he mutter
ay. Work. Not Jack. That was both good and
li
was work
mm
ced the phone between my ear and shou
al
I'm gonna owe
ot twenty-four hours ago, you told me under no circumstance w
ve got a hot one, and Peel Regional is scrambling. Bright and Travolta are neck-deep in the Jillian Winters case, a
t Fischer
t Monday. I tried them first, but they didn't answer. Bennet and Horne are out of town workin
ever be a day I wouldn't lose my st
've w
dishtowel to wipe my hands. Dad hovered, listening in. The retired detect
ight out of his carriage in the bac
nfirm if it was a parental nabbi
ve on this. You'll have to touch base with Sergeant Denver Ikey
. Where am
I'm texting you the
High-end district
ips to voicemail every time. Doesn't even ring.
ick again." Last I'd heard, a tri
me p
stairs to the second floor.
s happ
ched in broad dayligh
Jes
off a hanger. They were light weight, fitted, and black. I'd cook un
bed my holster belt, strapped it on, and dug my Sig Sauer P226 from the locked box inside the
as sloppy, but it couldn't be helped. Dad waited by the front door with
ed my badge to my belt, and scanned the living room bef
ure the kitchen gets tidied
ry about dinner." "Nonse
chicken. Take it home. Take m
gestion. "Call me." "
the sandpaper grit of his stubble as
arger while dialing my partner, Eden Gelekar's, number.
abducted infant in Port Credit. Peel called us
the Charger's onboard computer system. Traffic notwithstanding, I was destined