They were in the incident room, where detective constables werereporting in on the activities to which they'd been assigned. Something bad. The door was opened by a woman holding a cat as if it were an infantagainst her shoulder. Thentake me home this instant, and have your way with me.
What? What, she thought raggedly. But of course, you knowthat. But never to say her name. I never asked her for a God damnthing.
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