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She’d bring her mom. Her mom would probably love it. Her mom really liked history and archeology and that type of thing.
It could be something they did together. She was working out how to arrange just that when a group of three girls walked by. One looked over her shoulder. “Hey, Pin! Love the new hairstyle! I could have sworn I saw you in the food court already!”
“On my way there now,” Crispin said, surprised. She was almost one hundred percent certain she didn’t know that girl. Unless they’d had a class together or something. Sometimes she got a bit caught up in the material and missed the people around her.
She was working on that.
“I’ll see you later, ok?” The girl didn’t stop to talk—her friends were walking ahead of her.
Nobody called her Pin. Who wanted to be calledPin, anyway? That sounded so, well, pinheaded.
It was almost as bad asCrispy Critter.
Yes, she had Aunt Joy to thank for that one.
That woman would just never learn how to behave.
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She wasn’t gettingMajor Crimes when her maternity leave ended. The chief of the Finley Creek TSP post had called Heather personally to tell her. He’d chosen the guy who had worked with the people in Major Crimes instead. A guy with three years more experience in general—and an IA file all his own.
The boys in Major Crimes already knew the guy and had had a vote. They’d chosen the sheriff of Garrity instead of her. Heather had been the very next choice. As soon as there was another opening, it was hers. But Major Crimes didn’t open up that often.
Now she had to choose—take another position at the TSP in Finley Creek in eleven weeks. Or stay right where she was.
On nights.
Because she’d angered the brass by looking into an unsolved murder case from three years ago. One she was told toleave alonebecause it was a political minefield. One that she should just…let go.
How was she supposed tolet gothe murder of her twin sister’s husband? Her own best friend and former partner at the very post where she had basically been told to sit down, shut up, and lookprettyfor the photos?
Letting that kind of casegowas not why she was a cop.
Never had anything infuriated her more. Other than the time she’d reported Steve for hitting her and been told by his superiors that Steve had just lost his temper and it was an accident. And theybothneeded couples’ therapy, or something.
Yeah, that had shown her the true colors of the thin blue line. No help for a womanthere.
She would never give up trying to solve Nick’s murder. Nick’s four children deserved answers.
Her sister deserved to know whyshe and Nick had been attacked in broad daylight three years ago, by a monster demanding Nick give her sister to him. That Joy was aproven breeder,and she was going to behis.No matter what.
Joy had been eight months’ pregnant.
When the man couldn’t get through Nick, he had stabbed Nick four times. And tried to take Joy. When that hadn’t worked—he’d tried to killJoynext.
Threatening to cut the baby right out of her.
Nick had bled out at the scene. Joy almost had.
Their daughter Nalla Nicole had been born the next day.
And Heather was just supposed to sit back and donothingwhile more and more time passed?
Not bloody likely.
Her foot hit the gas, the instant she reached the straight shot just outside of Garrity.
She had a lot to think about on the drive. And she was missing her baby right now. This deposition in Dallas on a cold case that she’d been subpoenaed to attend eight days after giving birth had been a complete waste of time.
