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her attention away from the scene with difficulty, Josie returned to the conversation at hand. ''I'm sorry to hear she's divorced. But that isn't the end of the world. A young, attractive girl like that should be out dating again. Why isn't she?" |
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"D.J. doesn't believe in love. That's where you come in." |
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"If I'd been around to raise her, we wouldn't be in this predicament. What do you expect me to do now?" |
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"Right now, all you have to do is watch." |
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Christian McCall pressed the button on his disposable camera. |
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The roll was nearly finished. He'd taken almost all the shots he neededthe dispatcher, the captain's office, and the officers' desks. He could start sketching ideas for his new children's book on the police department as early as this evening. He'd finish this role with some shots of the evidence room and the holding cells at the back of the station. Colleen, the desk sergeant, had been too busy to let him into those locked areas when he'd taken her picture earlier. He would have to make a point to get back to them later. |
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Chris glanced around the room. The place was a madhouse, people running everywhere, and the phones ringing like an MD telethon. Something was going on at the Lakeview Police Department, something that had caused an extra amount of hustle and bustle in the station this morning. |
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There'd been a shooting during the night. |
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