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Arriving at the police station in the mid-day with a small bag of clothes, wearing one of mother's dresses, bone-tired from the trip, probably wasn't the best of ideas. But I had to know, right now, whether Jack told the gendarmes I was coming. And why he didn't come to pick me up.
When I arrived, the same annoying policeman was at the reception.
"I am here to see Detective Taylor," I told him. "On a personal matter."
He looked at me, saw my determined face, and picked up the phone.
"Detective Taylor," he said, nervously looking at me. "Miss Bedwen is here again, waiting for you." He stopped for a moment, listening to whatever Jack was saying. "She says it's for a personal matter, sir." He paused for a much longer moment. "OK, sir. I'll tell her that," he then said, hanging up.
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