"Detective Waterson." Carolina extended her hand, firmly grasping Kennedy's, looking at him hard. Kennedy's gaze shifted from Carolina to DuBois as he rocked back in his heels, crossing his sunburnt arms. Carolina continued, "Seems your wife didn't mention it to you then." "Oh, I just didn't want to—" Kennedy spoke right over his wife, brows lifted, lips tight. "You—you're a detective? Shman, world really is goin' to shit, ain't it?" "She's a Junior Detective, sir. I'm lead on this investigation."
This scene made me kick up my level on the stairmaster
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