XXXVI
Elija Hunt returned to the interior of the police department, just after calming his nerves with a few puffs on a Hamilton light, keeping doped those memories that to this day he drags deep on the back of his neck. He approached cautiously to the stool where Mrs. Sweet was resting, both legs crossed, her cotton coat draped over her thighs. Officer Garb was still keeping little Julie entertained, pacing around, scratching the little girl's heels as he happily chased her around the nearly empty cafeteria, but Hunt had other plans for him, so he sent a junior officer in rank to babysit. It was almost eight o'clock at night, but Mrs. Sweet didn't want to leave the place for any reason, and no one was trying to persuade her more. Stepping into her shoes, who would want to move
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