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“Isn’t it always?”

The round music or updated news reports, for a full three minutes before the commander came on

“Dallas”

“Co over a coded line”

“It better be urgent, Dallas My wife’s going to make me pay for this”

“Yes, sir” Cops, she thought as she prepared to send the ile

She waited, folding her restless hands on the table As the i in her gut When it was over, Whitney carim

“Where did you get this?”

“He sent it to ot back from the station” Her voice was flat and careful “He knoho I a”

Whitney was silent for athe disc, lieutenant”

“Yes, sir”

When the transs her instincts dictated She lass of wine

She woke at three, shuddering, cla for the breath to scream Whimpers sounded in her throat as she croaked out an order for lights Drea in the dark

Tre, she lay back This one had been worse, much worse, than any she’d experienced before

She’d killed the man What choice had she had? He’d been too buzzed on chemicals to be stunned Christ, she’d tried, but he’d just keep co, with that wild look in his eyes and the already bloodied knife in his hand