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2011-04-06 - 11:04 p.m. I was just sliding the desk drawer back into place when she oozed through the open door. Before I met her, I didn't know a woman could move like that. I still don't know how she does it. It's like she's missing some bones or something. "Find anything interesting?" "Yeah, you're out of stamps." "Oh, you were wanting to mail a letter?" "Naw, I've just always loved stamps." I stood as she came towards the desk. I moved, keeping the massive block of oak between us. "You suspect me, don't you?" "I suspect everybody, sister." "Sister? Do I look like your sister?" This kitten was good but I was keeping my distance. I wasn't going to let her get her claws into me. "No, and you don't look like a grieving widow either. For all I know, you offed the old man." "Now, baby. You said the killer probably still had the gun. Do I look like I'm hiding a gun?" She spread her arms and the very interesting idea of frisking her popped into my brain. I stomped on it almost as quick as it formed. The last thing I needed was for this little sexpot to be pulling my strings. "Listen, maybe once this is all hashed out, you and I can get together and play good cop-naughty inmate, but for now, you're a suspect just like everyone else in this god forsaken place, d'ya hear?" "I hear better than you do, sweetheart." She was right. I didn't hear anyone behind me until I heard him grunt as he clubbed me unconscious. 
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