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“Foster.” Nick picked up the phone with an absent air. There had been another break-in last night that matched the MO of the case he was working, and he had already been at the precinct for a few hours.
“Is this Detective Nick Foster of the La Valentia PD?” a male voice asked from the other end of the line.
Nick blinked. “That’s correct. Who am I speaking to?”
“This is Sheriff Glen Cook in Redcliffe, Nevada.” Nick frowned in confusion.
Nevada...
Something inside him tensed, as if a part of him suspected the words he would hear next.
“I’ve got a Kira Brightwell here in my office,” the sheriff said. “She gave me one of your cards.”
Nick slumped back in his chair, his thoughts churning.
One of my cards... Of course.
Kira had visited him at the precinct the other day. He suddenly
