Chapter 26
A buzz at the front entryway ends the quietness that is fallen over the kitchen. It's the structure's radio framework. Somebody's outside. When I press the radio catch by the entryway, a lady's voice pops at me from the road. "Miss Grace?" "Indeed?" "Hello, Freya," the voice says. "It's Carmen Hernandez. Sorry to appear this way, yet I will require a snapshot of your time." Before long, Detective Hernandez is in the lounge area, shrewdly wearing a dim jacket and redshirt. The wristband folded over her right wrist clicks as she sits down. Twelve roundabout charms hang from the authentic silver. A commemoration present from her significant other, possibly. Or, on the other hand, maybe a treat she bought herself in the wake of becoming weary of hanging tight for him to do it. In any c
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