Chapter 21
Investigator Hernandez is one of those ladies you can't resist the urge to appreciate even as you envy them. Everything about her is accurately assembled, from the maroon pullover underneath a dark coat to the perfectly tailored slacks and boots with simply a trace of a heel. Her hair is the shade of dim chocolate, pulled back to show the ideal bone design of her face. At the point when she shakes my hand, it's both firm and well disposed of. She tries claiming not to see my battered knuckles. "Much thanks to you for coming without prior warning," he says. "I guarantee this will just require a couple of moments." I relax. I attempt to resist the urge to panic how Mack trained after she lifted me off the floor. "I'm eager to assist," I say. Hernandez grins. It doesn't seem stressed.
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