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While Sarah drove, Sam carefully studied copies of the two photographs. Finally, he flipped them onto the dash of the vehicle. “Nah,” he muttered.
“Nah? Nah what?” Sarah asked.
“Not the same woman,” Sam said, adamantly.
Sarah reached across and patted him on the leg. “Oh, you poor, misguided policeman,” she smiled.
Sam covered her hand with his and looked across the short space separating them. “You are one of the best cops I know,” he said. “And usually, I would trust your judgment without question, but that is not the same woman,” he said, indicating the photos discarded haphazardly on the dash.
“One of the best cops you know?” Sarah questioned.
“Second best,” Sam smiled. “I’m the best cop I know.”
Sarah squeezed his thigh. “Who’s third?”
“Russell.”
“You put me ahead of Russ
