Matthew was making pancakes for breakfast. He had been up early worrying and had decided to stir up some batter. Glory was in trouble and he needed to find a way to keep her safe. “They must know more at the precinct than they’ve told you. And they have the photos. They might offer a clue.” “It’s not even morning there,” Glory said. The small Franklin stove had a fire going in it, but the air inside the house was still cold enough to make foggy breath. She rubbed her hands together. She had pulled on her jeans and a heavy sweater when she heard Matthew moving around the kitchen. They had spent time last night talking about the shooting she’d seen inside Benson’s Market. “I don’t know for sure if they’ll send me copies of the photos—it’s not exactly regulation.” “Forget regulation,” Matthew demanded as he poured more batter on the griddle and automatically made the batter into a snowman. “Someone’s out to get you.” “Only in Seattle.” “That’s bad enough.”
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