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“Good morning, Mr. Evans,” Jerrod said, handing me a thermos.
I opened it up and took a deep breath. “Is this the coffee you were telling me about?”
He smiled wide. “Yep. My mom said you wanted to try it. My grandmother in Hawaii sends it to us. Supposedly, it’s the best.”
I took a sip. “I believe you’re right. Will you tell your mother thank you?”
He nodded. “Of course. She had to go in early to the hotel, but I’ll tell her this afternoon.”
Jerrod Kalani was fifteen years old and a hard worker. His mother had wanted me to hire him to keep him out of trouble. When he’d found out I was a cop, he got his act together quickly. It was fun telling him stories of my adventures undercover. I couldn’t wait to get back in that line of work again. Keeping the ranch up had taken me awa
