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The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

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her side.

“Colonel Hart?”

“Special Agent Cobb.”

Linda Cobb had been with the State Bureau for fifteen years and had the tired eyes of a person who ate gas station crackers for dinner three nights a week. Behind her came two uniformed officers I didn’t know, then a Mercy General security guard who suddenly looked like he wished he’d stayed near the vending continue reading …

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