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As the afternoon wore on, I tried to disregard the tick of the clock. But my anxiety continued to develop as I anticipated the likelihood of questioning Dr Jodie Smith, who was coming to see us, on my own without DCI Burton's necessary presence.
Thankfully, Sandra arrived with ten minutes to spare, and I hugged her with sheer relief. Her presence made my questioning legal. I could not follow the route I was following without her right beside me.
Shaking the professor by the hand, I said, "This is my friend DCI Sandra Burton."
Sandra rose and shook Jodie's hand, and I gestured toward the other armchair. She was beautiful, with striking blonde shoulder-length hair and crystal blue eyes. Her waist was thin, her bust ample, and her legs languid and long.
"Please, take a seat, Dr. Smith. Thank you for coming to see us today. You have saved us a trip to Manchester."
Jodie smiled.
"It's the least I could do," she said. "I was surprised to hea
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