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“The police are here with a sketch artist,” she said “They want to ith Officer Jenkins”

“Of course,” Trey said “Show them to the solarium”

“Daot about that”

“So I guess it’s good you didn’t leave,” Trey said

TWO HOURS LATER, Kelly nodded her approval at the completed sketches of Adam and Caleb Rafael, the artist, had captured their likenesses quite well Not exact, of course, but close enough to give patrol officers a good tool to ith

“I wish everyone had ae canvas satchel “You made my job easy”

“It would be hard to forget those scus,” Kelly said

“Did you hear someone on scene filave the video to Channel Eight?”

“Seriously?” While she’d been banished to fantasyland, the case—her case—had developed leads and moved forward in the real world without her She was totally out of the loop because she’d been busy babysitting a screwed-up kid

“Yeah, but the video is of you holding the Wentworth kid,” Rafael said “They didn’t ood head shot of either perp”

“Sounds about right”

“Good thing, or I’d be out of a job Channel Eight showed the recording on the six o’clock news Congratulations on your thirty seconds of fame”

“Gee, thanks” But she was curious about what had been captured Maybe she could catch the footage at eleven o’clock She hadn’t seen a TV anywhere in this mansion, but there had to be one somewhere