My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

I threw it, Tammy would remember the throw and not the theft. That’s how our family worked. They kept score with a crooked pencil.

Vernon stepped beside me. “Ms. Whitfield, I’d like your permission to contact the pawn shop and request a hold.”

“Do it.”

Derek said, “I can get it back Monday.”

“You won’t be busy Monday?” Deputy Dodd asked.

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