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She opened the door and autoh the physical assess her pickpocket days, when she’d sized up her potential marks

Madeline Westfield was pretty in a haunting kind of way Mid-thirties Chestnut-brown hair, classily styled and just grazing her shoulders Fair skin Deep, dark eyes Mediuure Casually but expensively dressed in a cashmere coat, froner A badly bruised forehead—fro, not physical abuse—and an anxious look in her eyes

The ideal client—rich and needy

“Goodher hand “YouWelcome to Forensic Instincts”

“Thank you” Madeline clasped her hand briefly Her pal around She was nervous E or whatever had brought her here

“The teaestured at the cozy et you so—coffee, tea, water?”

“Coffee would be lovely, thank you,” Madeline said, shrugging out of her coat and handing it to Emma “Just black”

“No proble it to you”

Eht to the open door With a brief knock, she glanced at the team “Ms Madeline Westfield is here for her appoint pot of coffee on a trivet in the middle of the center table “Should I pour?” she asked Casey

“No, thank you, Eot it Just shut the door on your way out”

“Okay Letthe door to give the back to her desk—and to Yoda’s tutoring

Madeline stood just inside theShe looked stiff, as if she was in pain, and there was a bad bruise on her forehead

Casey was about to open her ht the odd, strained expression on Madeline’s face She was staring at Marc And Marc had a look on his face that Casey had never seen before—a look of stark, raw emotion

“Maddy?” He rose slowly to his feet

“Hello, Marc” She attempted a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes “It occurred tohere today”