CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
Georgie fiddled with her mobile, coming down with a bump. Her usefulness had been short-lived. Here she was, back in the briefing room with the uniform cop, while the young detective flit in and out, making phone calls or computer queries and running messages between the interview rooms. Back to being out of the loop and clueless, pretty much.
‘Just us again.’ The uniform chuckled.
The longer the afternoon grew, the greater her combat with mental fatigue. So how did this guy stay so cheery? Georgie wondered if he’d dodged an unpleasant task on the front counter or boring patrol by being assigned to the CI team today. Or maybe his mental endurance was greater, and that’s why he carried a badge and she had a press card.
I’ll have to contact Sheridan soon.
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