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In gray pants and a blue blouse that she left untucked, honey-coloured hair hanging loose to frame a face of tanned skin, Detective Bevi Tremana stood just inside the door to Jon Andalon's office. “Thank you for seeing me,” she began. “I would not bother you with this if I didn't think it was important.”
Anna watched her supervising officer.
Jon Andalon sat behind his desk with his hands spread apart on its glass surface, a blank expression on his face. “It's no trouble at all,” he replied. “Start from the beginning. Why do you think this case falls under Keeper jurisdiction?”
On the far side of the room, Rajel stood with his hands folded behind himself, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses but fixed upon Bevi Tremana. Anna could tell that he was a little uneasy, and she couldn't blame
