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Sam sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. After a moment of willing her brain to focus on the task at hand, she realized that if she kept up the pressure on her nose, there would be a red mark to contrast the dark circles that had formed under her eyes from the last few nights. Releasing her hand, her gaze fell upon the list of things to do to plan the funeral service for Uncle Joe. Mitch had called earlier to say that the coroner would likely release the body by the end of the week. Since Joe didn’t have any family, or at least none she knew of, Crystal Springs would pay for everything. So little to offer for a lifetime of hard physical labor that ended in an act of violence.
“Sam?” Matt called from the doorway of her small office.
She looked up, and based on Matt’s expression, s
