CHAPTER 104
Moving on shadow-soft feet, Calla slipped out of the office. It took less than a minute to lock the door. She ripped off her gloves and shoved them in her back pocket. When she rounded the corner, the deputy was just throwing the last of what looked to be a large wad of wet towelettes into the trash bin. Ink coated his fingertips. Cooper stood off to one side, rubbing his own ink-smudged fingers against the sleeve of his hoodie. "I'm back," she announced, mostly for the deputy's sake. Deputy Pendowski wiped his hands on his trousers. "Almost forgot you were here." "I'm good to go," Cooper told her. He gave the deputy a sheepish smile. "Thanks for the referral, Mr. Pendowski. And sorry again about the pen." Calla raised a questioning eyebrow. But the deputy just laughed. "No
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