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Sheriff’s Department
November 10
12:00 p.m.
Killian strolled into the Sheriff’s Department and tossed the book he’d just read to Molly’s first grade class on Dylan’s desk, “b****y hell, “he grumbled. “I don’t know how your wife does it.”
Dylan glanced up from his computer screen, “What did she do now? Last I heard, you enjoyed reading to her students.”
“I’m not complaining about reading to them,” Killian tried to explain. “It’s your wife’s uncanny ability to choose books that tap into whatever’s going on in my life.”
“Wait a second,” Dylan laughed. “Are you saying the books Molly chooses for her first graders speak to you?”
Killian sent his boss a disgruntled look before admitting, “Some of them … yes.”
Dylan picked up the book and read, “Wemberly Worried. Does this mean y
