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dealing with the shady side of life made for days in the loony bin. But what would she do with herself for two weeks? Playing cop with McCall wouldn't take up all her time. |
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Without conscious knowledge her feet carried her toward the police station a few blocks from her home. She had chosen her apartment because of it's close proximity to the station. Living and breathing her job, D.J. wanted nothingno snowstorms, broken-down vehicles, or other acts of a God she didn't believe into interfere with D.J. Halloran being on the job whenever she might be needed. |
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"Thought you'd gone home to get some sleep." |
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The voice, so close to her ear, made D.J. jump and spin around with a shriek. Half expecting to see her imaginary visitor hovering in the air above her, it took D.J. a minute to register the voice as male and the owner of the voice as Christian McCall. |
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"My, aren't we jumpy. Too much caffeine, Halloran?" |
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D.J. scowled. "Too much of you, McCall. Didn't I tell you to meet me here in the morning?" |
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"I will. I just came back to take a few more pictures. I needed Colleen to let me into some of the locked areas. One of the other officers offered to take me out on a call with him." He pointed to the squad car idling at the curb. |
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D.J. nodded to Lou Clark, behind the wheel. The officer motioned for her to come over. |
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"Hey, Halloran, want to go with us? We've got a jumper over on State Street. I could use a hand." |
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