~ Forty ~
Karen excused herself and went upstairs. In Tandy’s apartment, she found the brunette pacing and smoking cigarettes. The police officer dressed in her jeans and tee again, she also put Car’s suit jacket back on. Not that it was chilly, only because she felt secure in wearing it. She stepped back into the living area and with a few minutes of persuasion convinced the other to come with her. “Mrs. Conway?” Karen popped her head into the apartment when they got down there again, “Do you have a sewing kit?” “Of course I do, dear,” the gray-haired lady reappeared a few minutes later with something that resembled a small fishing tackle box. “And you call me Betty. Once people break into your bedroom in the middle of the night I think formalities can be dispensed with.” The brunette, whose nam
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