Erica’s Garden

            There were three officers in the room, but she looked at them all with equal indifference. The tall one had chosen to stand; his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the far wall, his face wearing a mask of boredom. She studied his dark face and thick, black mustache. His eyes looked around the room, never really meeting hers, searching for something else to lock on to. But there was nothing. His navy blue suit was expertly pressed; she followed the razor-sharp creases in his slacks down to the shiny, black, square-t...

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