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“You are a mystery to me Mrs. Connors.”
Sam Gant sat across from her in an outdoor pizzeria, long neck beer in his hand.
“Why is that Officer Gant?” She would have normally felt stupid addressing him formally but she had had two beers herself and she was beginning not to care. She smiled.
“Well...” he leaned in toward her and picked up her left hand. “You claim you're a Mrs., yet you have very little to say about Mr. Connors and you don’t wear his ring.” He examined her ring finger.
“Hmm,” she drew her hand back. “You got me officer.” She paused for a moment, trying to determine the pros and cons of opening one tiny door to this man. She could come up with no reason, good or bad. “I'm impersonating a married woman.”
He laughed and sat back, feigning surprise.
“I’m actually in the
