CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The police came and took my report. I had little faith that much would come of it since nothing big had been stolen. All my files were accounted for. I’d had my backup hard drive at the motel—out of sight and out of reach.
I placed a call to Little D. “Someone broke into my office,” I said. “I think it was probably Beaufort or Diesel.”
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