CHAPTER 3 – A DISPATCHER WITH A SPECIAL SENSE OF HUMOR
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BORED OUT OF HER MIND, Norma Jean was merely filing her fingernails when the phone rang. She threw her fiery hair over her left shoulder and scowled.
Then Norma Jean admired her long fingernails and thought to let the phone ring. She wasn’t in the mood to take any calls that night, and she didn’t care if half the county was out for a kill.
“Aren’t you going to take that?” Deputy Henderson asked from the door, dusting off his hat.
Norma Jean glanced at the tall figure looming in the door, and her scowl deepened. She hadn’t heard the deputy coming back from his round, although he wasn’t such a small man. He was well over 6.2, in her opinion. Now, she had to answer the damn phone.
She waved her hand in the deputy’s directio
