Chapter 4
An hour later, Dana huddled up in her warm home office with hot chocolate, sweatpants, extra-thick socks, and an embarrassingly fluffy black housecoat. That blasted server room had chilled her through to the bone, every bit as much as finding a freaking corpse under the floor had.
She tried her best not to think about how her long-standing, Billy Goats Gruff-inspired discomfort with raised floors had now been entirely justified.
She’d escaped her bland apartment once Gosalor paid out for the first case she’d solved—saving them a fortune in the process—into a wonderful little bungalow east of the city. But this tiny little afterthought office had resisted her efforts at decoration. The walls were still bland beige, and no carpet covered the hardwood floor.
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