CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sycamore Lane Elementary was only a mile and a half from Hutton’s apartment. They drove past it and pulled into a parking place about a block away.
Morgan unzipped his jacket as they walked down the sidewalk toward the school just as Danielle pulled on her suit jacket. He gave her a quizzical look.
“Hides the badge and g*n better,” she said to Morgan’s raised eyebrows. “Don’t want to alarm anyone.”
A soft breeze, still tinged with rain, blew down the street carrying the scent of cherry blossoms with it. They were miles from the Tidal Basin, but it seemed like all of D.C. smelled like cherry blossoms in the spring. It was a hopeful smell, one that promised sunshine and sweetness.
When was the last time Morgan had allowed either of those things into his life?
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