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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and SIXTY-FIVE
Wednesday afternoon – 1:30 P.M.
Pulling up to the storage unit, Sandy swallowed hard. She was going to have to do this alone. Seth still wasn’t walking. Just back to work, Aden was reviewing sites with Jake.
And there was no way Sissy and Charlie were coming. At least not this first time. No way. No how.
Of course, alone meant Heather, Tanesha and Jill. With Tanesha in the passenger seat, Heather pulled up next to her. Jill pulled in on the other side. They didn’t really count.
She needed someone tough to help her think. The girls were nice and smart and certainly had her back. And no one was tougher than Tanesha.
But Seth was a police officer. He knew all the ins and outs of what happened to her. Seth wouldn’t be here today.
Sighing, she dropped her head and took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
“Hey!” She heard Heather greeting someone. Sandy looked up to see Ava stepping out of Seth’s unmarked police sedan. Curious, Sandy got out of the car.
“Seth was devastated he couldn’t come today,” Ava said. “I thought I’d come to see if I could help. I know the forensics team, so we’ll get the inside scoop.”
“Thanks,” Sandy beamed.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Ava said. “This afternoon is going to suck. No matter what we do, it’s going to suck.”
Sandy nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Heather, Tanesha and Jill nod. She saw the Agent Angela Montiz, the nice FBI agent fromTucson, and waved.
“Angie!” Ava said.
“Amelie!” Agent Angie said. “What a treat! I thought I was only going to see you at pizza last night.”
“Seth couldn’t make it today,” Ava said. “I wanted to be here with my friend, Sandy. Do you mind?”
“Not at all. I’d love your eye on some of this stuff,” Agent Angie said. “You have good taste in friends, Sandy.”
“Are you ready?” Agent Angie asked.
Jill slipped her arm into Sandy’s elbow and Sandy nodded.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…