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Chapter 8
“What about Amy Whitehall?” I asked as I slathered butter onto my toasted blueberry bagel. “We accepted her case.”
“You’re more worried about her than you are your parents?” Nora said with surprise.
I shook my head. “It’s just that I plan on coming back and I don’t want our reputation tarnished because we didn’t work a case that we’d contracted for.”
“I’ll work your case for you if it means you’ll come back,” Killian said as he entered the room. Sauntering over to the coffee pot, he grabbed a nearby mug from the mug tree and filled it with the rich, black liquid. Grabbing the free half of my buttered bagel before I could slap his hand away, he took a quick bite.
With his mouth full of my coveted bagel, he asked, “Is the case normal or paranormal?”
“We don’t know yet,” Nora offered. &
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