CHAPTER NINE
THE MALE OFFICERS’ heads whipped around as a stunning, tall woman with satiny, ivory skin and legs up to her throat, twisted toward Dee and Connie’s desks in a tight, denim skirt and gold flats.
Dee sipped soda, gaping at the regal woman.
“Hello.” She took her shades off, looking back and forth at Dee and Connie. “I’m Daryl Hearne.” She tucked her shades between her stacked cleavage.
“Ms. Hearne, we appreciate you coming by.” Dee licked cola from her lips. “Please, sit down.”
Daryl swept her skirt underneath and sat.
“Hey, Quarter.” A male detective waved from his desk, gazing at Daryl. “If you need help let me know.”
“We’re fine, Pete.” Dee scoffed, flicking her hand at the offer. “Men. We appreciate you coming in, Daryl.”
“Anything I can do to help.” She crossed her
