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HALLIE
“Did you get it?”
“Sure I got it.” Ford held up a bag from the deli near my apartment. “Turkey sub, right?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
The warrant. Ford had spent hours at the weekend finalising the details so the request could go to the judge this morning, and I’d been on edge since he left for work. At least he hadn’t had so far to travel. On Saturday night, we’d stayed on his boat, and last night, we’d switched to my apartment in the city. I kept waiting for the honeymoon period to end, either for him to get sick of me and my foibles or for me to discover he had some gross habit like collecting toenail clippings or scratching his balls in public. But so far…nothing. His ex must have been the dumbest woman in the world for letting him go.
We still hadn’t s
