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Dolores Sanchez opened the manila folder to study the few pieces of paper in the file. The pretty brunette, olive-skinned, Hispanic detective suspected she was wasting her time. She eyed Summers, who had his feet on top of his desk and was reading a comic book. He was chewing his gum loudly, stopping every few minutes to snap it between his teeth. She could smell the too-sweet gum. These small-town cops were virtually useless except to direct traffic or write parking tickets. This guy in particular was a real piece of work.
Sanchez was actually in Fairview on a clandestine investigation due to rumors at the State capital of corruption within the local sheriff's office. Her commanding officer had been adamant she keep her true assignment from the locals. A convenient murder investigati
