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Jackie
I’ve had time to prepare for this. Still, seeing her knocks me for six. It’s been twenty years, yet I could pick Detective Angela Hill out of a crowd of millions. She has aged, of course. Twenty years in this job will do that to you, yet her essence has remained the same. Those pale blue eyes—the undeniable sparkle in them. She’s not in uniform anymore, but she still tucks her blouse tightly into the waistband of her trousers, revealing a fine figure.
“You’re not Roger Bradley,” Angela says, after I’ve closed the door behind her.
“Very perceptive.” I point at two club chairs facing each other near the window. “Please, sit down.”
“I’m not sure I should stay,” Angela says. “It must be against some protocol.” She fidgets with the wristband of her watch.
With any other client, I
