“Looking good, Detective!” Vero sprang out of nowhere, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Vero. Do you mind?” He held out a gift bag, balancing precariously on his crutch. “I’m still getting the knack of this thing.” “Presents? For me? You shouldn’t have!” Vero took the bag from him, shamelessly peeking inside. “They’re for Delia and Zach,” he corrected her as she whisked them to the table.
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