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“I want you to stay home,” Marcus said. “I told you before, we’ll figure it out.”
Charlotte was pulling her deputy uniform on over her very pregnant belly, and he strode over and touched her hands over the buttons, taking in how tired and stressed she looked. He was aware of how little she’d slept the night before.
“I have to go to work,” she said. “I’m likely to be sent back home, and you know that, but I have to go, Marcus. I think it’s important I’m there. At least I can get an idea of what’s going on with Lonnie in charge. I’ll have a heads-up on whatever he’s planning or whatever evidence comes in on the case. I still can’t believe he was appointed…” She shook her head and then sat on the bed.
She went to reach for her sturdy shoes on the floor, but he bent down and got to them
