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Sheriff’s Department
Wednesday
9:00 a.m.
The following week, with a little help from higher-ups, they started receiving images from the traffic cameras. Killian was halfway through the first one when a jaw popping yawn had him pressing pause and taking another drink of coffee.
“You look like you’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.” Rusty dropped a box from Paula’s Pastries on the desk.
Killian moaned when the yeasty smell hit and reached for a fresh sweet roll.
“By the way,” Rusty pushed Killian’s hand aside to snag a chocolate confection. “Paula sends her love.”
His sing-songy style meant to imitate the pastry shop owner, had an image of the petite sexagenarian forming in Killian’s head. “Did she send extra frosting for me?”
Rusty fished a small container out of his p
