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It dawns on Clyota that the lockbox the Lieutenant was bring to her when he was killed might be an actual clue, so she talks Christina into stopping off at Clyota’s house—which is been sealed by a Police Beacon—so she can retrieve it.
Christina parked about thirty meters shy of my house. “Okay, guys, do your thing—I’ll just sit tight with the motor running, my eyes closed, and my fingers in my ears.”
“You aren’t an officer of the court,” I said, steeling myself to open my door and wondering if the lockbox was a good enough reason to leave the warm car. “You don’t have to report anything.”
“No, but I hyperventilate in stressful situations. Hurry up.”
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