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There’s not much more awkward than greeting a police officer in your hotel room while only wearing a robe and a hot pink clay mask, but no one ever said my life wasn’t awkward. I tried to make the best of the situation and put out my hand to say, “Nice to see you again, Inspector.” The only problem was that my mask had begun to harden already, so what I said sounded more like, “Knife to ffuf ooh aga, Insector.”
I’m sure my face turned the same color as the mask, and for that reason alone, I was glad to be wearing it.
“Good to see you, too, Ms. Baxter. I was just telling Ms. Andrews here that I very much appreciated her call about your encounter with Ms. MacDonald.” The inspector pointed to the only chair in the room by the desk. “May I sit?”
Beattie, who had somehow removed her mask
