CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
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What could they mean? Remi sat by Daniel in the police station, not seeing her partner or hearing the general bustle of the officers all around them. The ringing of phones didn’t register in her mind, and even the shouts of a man being hauled in on a drunk and disorderly charge only broke her concentration for a moment.
The full strength of her prodigious mental faculties were focused on the problem of three little letters and two dots, and what they meant to a murderer.
But the more she thought, the more confused she became.
She had not expected there to be a second letter with an abbreviation. The dot after the P made sense, because it was a common abbreviation for place names. She expected every other letter to be a part of the name of the bridge or por
