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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

She was sitting on the bench outside the squad room, a gray cowl-neck sweater underneath a short leather jacket over jeans, her hands cupping a mug of coffee.

“This is Lieutenant Hauck,” Munoz said. “This is Ms. Fletcher. I want you to tell him just what you told me.”

“Annie…” She nodded, standing up. Hauck shook her hand. She was pretty, maybe around five-four, with dark, round eyes. Her black hair was clipped up in a barrette, loose strands curling along the sides.

Hauck led her back into his office. “Why don’t we talk in here?”

He cleared a spot on his long Formica desk, which was piled with papers, a photo of Jessie and Norah, and his yawl. A large glass window partitioned them off from the busy squad room.

Hauck pulled out a chair. “You want some more coffee?”