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Sett enjoyed her breakfast on the back porch with a view of the boats on the water, then cleaned up and headed to the New Orleans Supernatural Police Department offices. The building had once been an old manufacturing business with brick walls and wrought iron fences, but the large sign out front stated its current usage. The reception area held benches for people to wait with a large desk behind a protective shield.
Sett stepped up to the shield and held up her identification. “Agent Fortin here to speak to Detective Thibodeau or Agent Landry.”
“Yes, Agent Fortin, they’ve been expecting you. Come through the door when you hear the buzzing,” the uniformed attendant said.
A faint click, followed by a buzz, and Sett pulled the door open. A long corridor stretched to the back of the
