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“Yeah, Marcus is a big meanie, making Harold work the night shift. You know what that does to a relationship?” Suzanne said, gesturing toward Marcus with her fork before taking a bite of the chocolate cake Charlotte had sent him back over to their house to fetch. She wasn’t waiting for dinner. Suzanne had always been about dessert first, as far back as Marcus could remember.
The task had given him a minute to change into blue jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie and put his gun in the gun safe in the closet. Marcus knew Charlotte didn’t like the fact that he carried it around Eva. When they were home, she wanted him to change and put away the work stuff, even though being a sheriff was who he was.
“He’s not working all night,” Marcus said, “but we’ve had a series of late-night crimes, burgl
