Distraught over its loss of her cellphone, (the case held sentimental value) Moira Crane goes to the police station to report the theft. Detective Rhys Fletcher ushers her into his office and it becomes more of a flirtatious conversation than a police interview.
“Sorry for the mess. They’re repairing my usual office. Had a waterpipe burst. So I’m stuck in the file room. They’re in the process of converting to paperless.” He held up a file, pulling a silly, sad-clown face.
Moira smiled. “I thought maybe you were just incredibly busy and awfully disorganized.”
“Me?” Fletcher tossed his hat on a rack near the desk. “Neat as a pin. Ask Sue.” He nodded to the woman outside.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s a slob. They’re all slobs,” the older woman laughed.
“Thanks. Make me look bad in front of the lady.” He invited Moira to take the only chair in…
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