“Fine. Come in, Detective Weber. You can wait in the kitchen while I get Mrs. Penny,” she said in a near shout, hoping someone in Nick’s office would hear the warning. “Very casual, Riley,” Weber said dryly. “I think I’ll come with you to get your friend.” Freaking great. Riley made a production of stomping her way slowly toward Nick’s office. “Can I get you anything to drink, Detective Weber?” she shouted. Behind her, he muttered something that sounded a lot like “I hate my job.” Riley entered the room and found everyone still staring raptly at Nick and his whiteboard. Only instead of being
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