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I was nervous the next morning, agitated. I couldn’t decide what to wear and finally chose my fallback tank top, button-down shirt, and jeans. At the last minute I added my cowboy boots, even though it was too warm for them.
My first half hour at the office, I glanced up every time a car parked on the street, but eventually I settled down. Like Roger, I’d lost some ground on other cases the past couple of weeks and was still playing catch-up. So when Addy knocked on my screen door, I nearly flipped my rolling chair rushing to get up.
Not that I do that on a regular basis or anything.
“Hey,” I said awkwardly. “Come on in.”
Addy looked over her shoulder and lifted her hand. The angle was bad, but I saw a woman’s arm wave an acknowledgment from the street below us. She sat behind the
