do it, please.” His gaze returned to her as the rumpled-shirt detective left the room, mumbling to himself. The tall one left as quietly as he had come, never saying a word.

Detective Follet smiled. “You’re not from around here, are you? I hear a little bit of an accent.”

            “No, I’m not,” she replied. “I’m from the South.”

            “Oh.”

Now it was her turn to smile.

            “Tennessee. Hence, the Anna May.”

            “Do you prefer Ann or Anna May?”

“May  is fine,” she said....

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