Gordon smirked as he pushed himself away from the tree. “The chief isn’t a rocket scientist.”

            “Then I’m probably still a suspect.”

            He shrugged. “For now, I’ll be back tonight to fill you in. Still on duty.”

            Something about his demeanor was setting me on edge. It could have been the way his eyes were downcast, or the slight limp I was noticing now. Something had happened. 

            And I would figure out what it was. 

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