The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

it to half the state with a photo of Meredith in pearls and a line about private grief. I hadn’t known the Prescotts then. I only knew their kind of announcement.

Cobb’s eyes flicked to mine.

“You recognize that?”

“Meredith Prescott.”

Mrs. Mendoza was standing at the top of the stairs. An officer tried to guide her back, but she leaned down far enough continue reading …