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“You win, Len. Where do I sign up?”
Len’s gaze lifted from his cluttered desk and found me standing in the door frame. A curl of smoke spiraled up from the fragrant cup making dark rings on his blotter.
“It’s about time, George. What tipped it for you?”
“Ghosts.” I sank onto the worn leather couch in one corner of Len’s office. The leather barely had time to squeal under me before I popped up to pace the room.
“I saw that girl moments before she was killed, Len. I picked out a flippin’ teddy bear for her!” I struggled to hold the reins on my fury, keep it harnessed, useful.
Len tossed me a badge. “We’ll do it up all official later. Right now, we’re going to reconstruct that day. Let’s go back to the Lodge and see what we come up with.”
We drove over in Len’s pickup. At
