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The pattering of rain woke Lynn and for a few heart-thundering moments she had no idea where she was. Then the cramp in her neck, aches in her lower back and numbness in her legs cleared her head and eyesight enough to recognize the steering wheel, dashboard and greyed out windshield of her SUV. Rain was coming down hard and the world beyond it was opaque and grey. She’d fallen asleep. On a stakeout. She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
She’d counted on the cold to keep her awake. But the rain also brought warmer weather.
She opened her door without looking, to the honking of a car and cursing of a bike rider who almost got hit because of it. The street was no longer deserted, but all she had eyes for was the second-story apartment above the Unicorn Lounge. The ligh
