Generation 18: the Spook Squad 2
“Joan Hartwell, the postwoman who’d delivered the mail to the doctor thirteen minutes before she’d been murdered, should have been back from her rounds by now. He hoped she was just late and not the victim of some careful after-the-event cleanup by the murderer.
He crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the wall. Around him, machines hummed, sorting through the mail, watched by disinterested men and women of various ages. No one talked—probably they couldn’t be bothered, given the noise and the fact that they all wore ear protection. A lonely job, and not one he ever would have opted for. The lack of human interaction would have driven him crazy. Despite what his twin seemed to think, he wasn’t a loner. Not by a long shot.
“Oi! Agent Stern!” He glanced around. A big man in a sweat-stained brown shirt pointed toward the back door. “Joannie just came in.”
Gabriel waved his thanks and headed toward the back. Joan Hartwell was a weedy-looking woman with short black hair and pockmarked skin.
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