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“I’ll make this quick,” Nathan said as he strode briskly into the briefing room. “Which one of you is the best actor?” he asked of the assembled officers.
A wall of blank faces greeted Nathan’s question, making him wonder if he was talking in a foreign language that none of his fellow officers understood. “Come on, it’s not meant to be a brain-teaser; who here has any acting experience? Surely one of you has done something, a bit of amateur dramatics, a few lines in a school play.” Out the corner of his eye he saw a hand reach for the ceiling. “Don’t bother, Stephen,” he told his friend. “I need someone who’s not going to be pegged as a cop the moment they appear, and unless you’ve got a movie make-up kit and an Oscar hidden away at home, that’s not you.”
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