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“—thinking he might’ve had too much to drink.”
“Then let’s throw him in the clink. He’ll dry out there.”
Voices, far away again. Behind me, I think. Catching up quick, though.
“I’ve got it.”
Silence.
“You sure everything’s okay, Glau?”
I thought I knew the man’s voice. I was sure I recognized the blurry star flashing on his belt. Marshal Magpie. Or something. The other voice was Darrow’s.
“I’ve got it.” Silence followed by a sigh. “Look, it’s end of shift. He’s an old CI of mine. I’ll take care of it.”
“Damn, you’re right!” Feet shuffling. “As long as you’re sure….”
“I’ve got it.”
I heard a calming smile wrap itself around her words.
“Right.”
A closing door. More feet passing by.
“Back with us?”
Darrow’s tone had lost the friendly luster she’d had with Magpie. I made a no
