Epilogue
At the conclusion of every case, Jimmy liked to write up a file.
He was out of the city, enjoying the sunshine up at Peach Lake. He’d finally given himself a break from the heat, both literal and figurative. He was working on his tan, and at the moment was sitting on the edge of the dock, an iPad at his fingertips. Meaghan was swimming nearby. He said he would join her in a few minutes. His mind had processed the details of the case and he was ready to put them into words. The sun rode high in the sky, the glare hitting his screen. He reached for his sunglasses, which were just beside him along with his shoes and shirt and phone. Now that he was in the company of his family, the phone was almost unnecessary, unless a new case found him. No one else was calling.
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