CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
While Amber and Carmen distracted the cops, I slunk into the tiny bathroom. I flushed the toilet, ran the tap several seconds, then left and walked toward the visitors, slapping my hands against my jeans.
And who led this contingent? The short craggy-faced cowboy with the calloused hands.
“Good morning,” I said. “Detective Morgan, isn’t it?”
“Amos Morgan, ma’am.” He delivered the line in a near monotone. “Funny you should be here.”
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