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“Detective Balon?” the young woman asked.
Keith quickly assessed her. About thirty years old. Feisty, quite tall. Almost as tall as him. She had tied her long black hair tightly into a ponytail. She looked like… Immediately childhood memories came to his mind. Zorro. The legend, and later The mask of Zorro. Holy s**t , Keith thought. I’m standing across Catherine Zeta-Jones here!
“Mr. Balon?” Kelly Schumer asked again.
Her captivating smile was hard to resist. “Yes. Indeed, Balon,” Keith confirmed. “Thank you for taking some time out.”
“You wanted to talk to me about the Witherspoon object?” Schumer continued.
“The … I um, excuse me? The Witherspoon object?”
“Shall we sit down?” Kelly said. She pointed Keith to a small, brightly colored armchair near the window of her office. “Yes
