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SITTING IN THE WAITING room at Harry Watson’s office, Nick couldn’t get comfortable. The unfamiliar tie chafed against his freshly shaved skin, making his neck red and irritated. Losing the clean look of a collared black shirt and heavy vest was one of the great joys of getting off the beat and he reveled in it by avoiding the razor daily. He could feel sweat seeping through the armpits of the shirt he hadn’t worn since his cousin’s wedding five years ago and was pretty sure the wetness was starting to sink into the suit coat as well. It wasn’t exactly the presentation he’d hoped for.
“Mr. Watson will see you now,” the receptionist said, poking her head over the glass-topped desk. For a community organization funded by the mayor’s office, the interior design of the
