Shea was welding the shortened frame for the Stansbury bike when Terrance called over the PA system, “Shea, please report to the office.”
She pulled off her welding mask and dropped the welder. “Now what?”
Shea walked into the office to find Detectives Rios and Johnson sitting in front of her desk. “Shit.”
Terrance glanced first at the detectives, then at Shea. “I’ll give you ladies some privacy.” He patted Shea on the shoulder as he passed through the door. “Keep your cool, girl.”
“Morning, Ms. Stevens,” said Johnson.
“What the hell do y’all want?” Shea glowered at the detectives as she settled behind her desk. “I got work to do.”
“What have you learned from the Athena Sisterhood?” asked Rios.
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