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“Is there something I can do for you, miss?” the detective asked Ginny. “You haven’t called me over here to inform me that you have solved the death on your own, have you?”
Had he just made a joke? Ginny believed so. In his own way.
“No, detective,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to join us?”
He looked from her to Hendrik, who smiled politely, and seemed to be deciding whether he’d like to have them as company.
When he didn’t form an answer, Ginny said, “I take it you’re searching for a place to sit and relax for a bit, perhaps have a drink? Please, join us. You’re very welcome to.”
Detective Keating appeared confused that they’d offered him a seat, and Ginny imagined that, given the man’s attitude, kindness didn’t come often to him.
Hendrik gestured for him to have a seat
