CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was a refreshing change of pace to be working a case within the city limits. It allowed Camille to do her records and research digging in the semi-comfort of her own office. It had not yet quite started to feel like a home away from home, but it was a place she was starting to feel comfortable. Even when Palmer joined her, following her down to the basement level without being invited or asking to come along, she felt secure. It was a space of her own, and she was slowly growing used to it.
“I’m still not sure why they stuck you in the basement,” Palmer said as he sat on the little loveseat she’d pushed into the back corner. “You know there’s plenty of extra office space upstairs.”
“Is there, really?” she asked. “I thought you were in a cubicle.”
“A cubicle is an of
