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“So no other cases that are worth our time?” Kira demanded as she paced the apartment living room a few days later. She was forced to take a circuitous route around Rob’s piles of clothes. Her ponytail swayed as she went.
“Not unless you want to follow up on the case of the stolen dentures, or maybe an offer to hire out as personal security for a friend of Owen Carlyle.” Rob shook his head from behind his laptop. “Honestly, who’s going to bother to steal dentures? Pretty sure you’re being paranoid there, Gladys.”
“You never know,” Trevor drawled from his sprawling position on the couch. “Sometimes the smaller cases pay off. That missing dog case led Kira to Lita’s abducted cousin, remember?”
Kira shot him a dark look. “I’m pretty sure our next case isn’t going to be broken open by a
