An unpleasant odor drifted past her nose. It was positively vile. “Do you smell something?” Cal shook his head. “I’ve got a cold.” And now I’m going to have to disinfect my desk, she thought. Today was not the day to come in with a hangover. “It smells like…like a dog’s—” Lussi looked down at her feet. The black, polished shoe on her left foot was pressed into a single brown turd the size of a bratwurst. This hadn’t been tracked in from outside; she would have noticed that. Had somebody let a dog into her office? Cal leaned over the desk to get a look at what Lussi had stepped in. “It’s not
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