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"Okay, please hold." I wait, and my
anxiety feels like it is in overdrive.
“Hello.” I swallow when I hear his
voice and lose my bravado. I set the
receiver down and lay my head on my
arms. I should shut up about this.
The phone rings, and I pick up. "I
do have your number, you know." He
sounds amused.
“Detective Jameson?”
“You wanted to speak to me.”
