“Everyone look at me. Just three seconds.” My husband, Daniel, stood beside the truck, checking the boat straps for what had to be the fourth time that morning.
“I won’t.” I closed the lockbox. For twenty-seven years, that badge had represented cases I no longer discussed at dinner tables. Fraud. Public corruption. Witness intimidation. Conspiracy. People
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