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  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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The detective watched her for a moment, then fished out a business card and handed it to Sarah. It was embossed with all the detective’s details on it. “If you think of anything else—maybe an important detail, a conversation, or something of significance that might have slipped your mind—please don’t hesitate to get in contact with me. Sometimes it’s the little things that will connect the dots for the judge and jury and lead to a conviction.”

“Okay.” Sarah nodded. “I will.” She tucked the detective’s card into the back pocket of her jeans. When she returned to the hotel, she would transfer it into her wallet in the zipper compartment of her purse. She didn’t want to fumble one-handed with the task in front of an onlooker. “And if one of you comes across my ID and files while you are processing the crime scene?”

“Whatever is needed for evidence, we will keep until the court has ruled on the case. However, copies can be made and notarized so you’ll be able to obtain new documentation.”

“Thank you.”

“Appreciate you coming in.” Detective Docherty headed for the door. “If you would follow me, I’ll show you the way out.”

Sarah followed Detective Docherty through the open door and into the noise and commotion of the corridor. Police officers were escorting handcuffed detainees, officers were talking, entering, and exiting the rooms, thundering down staircases. There were the sounds of boots, utility belts, curses, and laughter. It was overwhelming, and Sarah found she was tucking into herself, attempting to make herself small, invisible. Kevin is probably here. Is he locked up? Or did he convince them to let him go, as a favor from one jurisdiction to another? “Excuse me?” Sarah sped up her steps to catch up with Detective Docherty’s brisk clip. “I was wondering . . .” Her voice sounded higher pitched and a little too breathless for her liking. “If Lieutenant Hawkins is still in custody? Or if”—she swallowed hard, her heart pounding—“he was released on bail?”

Detective Docherty stopped walking so abruptly that Sarah almost crashed into her. She turned and looked at Sarah with eyes that had seen too much and were way older than the late twenties that she appeared to be. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Lieutenant Hawkins is in custody. I expect he will remain there. However, if for some unknown reason, a decision is made to release him on bail, I have your contact information and I will let you know.”

“Okay.” Sarah nodded, trying to get her breathing more ordered. “Thank you.”

“Anything else?”

Sarah shook her head, straightened her shoulders. She exhaled, long and slow, forcing her fists to unclench. “No. That’s everything. Thank you.”

“Right.” Detective Docherty turned briskly and continued down the corridor with Sarah—still coursing with the aftereffects of panic adrenaline—following in the detective’s wake.

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