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When we reached the police station, Inspector Scott was waiting for us outside the door, having responded immediately to Beattie’s call. “I’ve put out an alert to have my officers keep their eyes open for Maisie MacDonald and Denise—” He turned to Stovall.
“Jenkins,” Stovall said. “Denise Jenkins.”
“Denise Jenkins,” he said into the radio at his hip. Then he turned and glowered at the rest of us. “As briefly as possible, someone needs to tell me what is going on.”
Since this plan had been largely my idea, I spoke up. “We staged a scene that made Denise think the original book had been returned to us. She stormed off after Ms. MacDonald.” I figured that was short and sweet and told the truth without any extraneous details, such as our pursuit of the suspects through the entire hotel.
