For the life of me I can't imagine a world where a police superintendent would tell her partner to get in her car so she could drive them to the scene of a murder, and neither of them would take a moment to brush debris from the passenger seat to the car floor. Yet in the first chapter that's exactly what they did, twice. The guy sits in a collection of empty cigarette packs, candy bar wrappers, a cell phone..
— Dec 26, 2023 05:57PM
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