CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Kameke Brown came into my office wearing a light gray tailored jacket over a plum-colored shirt with matching light gray slacks. I thought the suit complimented her curvy figure. She looked like a million bucks. Kameke closed the door behind her and turned and gave me the hard eye.
“Malone,” she said.
“Detective Brown,” I said. “What brings you to my humble office?”
She looked at me aggressively and said nothing. I smiled pleasantly.
“Always the wise guy,” she said.
“But unpretentious,” I said. “What can I do for you?”
“I have a few questions for you,” Brown said.
“Well,” I said. “It’s a start.”
“I also don’t think you’re funny,” she said.
“It’s alarming how many people tell me that,” I said.
“Tell me you don’t own a thirty-caliber handgun,” Brown said.
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