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long enough to know that the first thing you do in a situation like this is get in touch with the O.D.'s office and tell them what happened." |
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Dawkins turned to the Lieutenant. "Are you the officer of the day?" |
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The young man shook his head. "Nope. When the O.D. heard what Colonel Driver told him, he called the Provost Office. Lieutenant Colonel Hemmings told me to hustle over here and see what was going on. I arrived just a few minutes ahead of you." |
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The Inspector nodded and began fumbling around in his pockets until his hand emerged with a battered box of Players. To the Lieutenant's surprise, the cigarette he extracted was already half-smoked. He lit it, took a drag and promptly put it out, stuffing the still promising remains back in the box. The whole ritual had taken less than 30 seconds. While he exhaled, he looked around the room. |
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"Do you have any idea who would want to do something like this to your housekeeper, Colonel Driver?" |
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The officer shook his head. "I don't even know what happened to her, Inspector. All I know is there is a helluva lot of blood all over the first floor bathroom. I don't even know how she died." |
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The young Lieutenant swallowed hard. The |
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