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two police officers walked in.
One was tall, broad-shouldered, with a shaved head and tired eyes. The other, a woman with a notebook already in hand, scanned the customer service area and came straight toward us.
“I’m Officer Drummond,” the man said gently. “Is this your daughter?”
“Yes,” I said.
His gaze moved to Laya, then back to me.
“Ma’am, we need continue reading …
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