The officer shook his head. “It’s your money.” I tuned him out as he closed out the case and examined the brunette, fascinated. I’d heard her give her name when the police first arrived. Stella Alonso. She looked like she was in her early twenties, with curly dark hair, green eyes, and a quick, warm smile. She was gorgeous, but that wasn’t what enthralled me. It was the gentleness with which she spoke. The absurdity of her action. The unwavering optimism in her eyes even when an attempted robbery in broad daylight should’ve shaken her faith in humanity. The way she’d reacted hadn’t been at all
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