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Evie sat up and bumped her head on the drawer.

“Police officer,” the mean-sounding man said. “Come out of there.”

Police officer? Evie curled her fingertips around the top of the desk and said, “OK, I’m coming out.” She sounded like the lone hold-out in a hostage crisis. Slowly rising to her knees, she stopped when her nose was level with the desk blotter, and stared across the top.

The gruff voice belonged to a tall, formidably built man whose face was set in a scowl. He was definitely a cop – blue uniform, lots of stuff attached to the belt, the whole package. And he didn’t look happy. Clearly he wasn’t welcoming her to town with a big ole Heron Point grin.

She spoke into the middle of the lap drawer. “You don’t have your gun drawn, do you?”