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Brent went on, but Pro had tuned him out The video was all over the news sites online Her time as a detective was definitely over The brass would see it tonight, and tomorrow heads would roll, hers first

But if she chose to resign, she could clai the prisoner correctly That way Jacobs, Palos, and her partner wouldn’t lose their jobs It would all be on her, and as she was the daughter of the prisoner, the brass would buy it

“And that’s why I a

“I’m sorry,” Pro responded, pulled out of her reverie “Did you say you kno to draw plans? As in the ones we are looking for?”

Willia to draw the to build illusions, you have to kno to get your ideas out of your head and onto paper”

He faced front and they rode on in silence

“Oh, I forgot souest of mine?”

“A guest?” Williahtily, and pulled a paper frouest”

Shaut spoke from the front seat “Brent, don’t be an ass If the lady wants a guest, give it to her”

“Sir, I meant no disrespect to the detective,” Williaht”

“Stick him in one of the house seats we keep open What’s his name, detective?”

“Luther Ardoin”

Willia that writer froood press keeps us going”

“It’ll be fine,” Shaut declared “So, a friend of yours? Someone special?”

Pro’s voice becauard who helped secure the scene at Mister Mystique’s apartment I wanted to…um…thank him”