What Washes Up
“he said.Maggie looked up at Wyatt with pure gratitude. He had his own cup of coffee in hand. “Oh, my gosh, thank you,” she said.“They miss you over there.”Maggie took a long swallow of her café con leche and sighed. “I miss them, too.”“She also said that if you need to, you can call ahead from your car and she’d run your coffee around the corner to you,” Wyatt said.“I’d feel stupid and melodramatic,” Maggie said. “I can look at a river. I’ll stop in there tomorrow morning.”Wyatt looked at his w...atch. “Tomlinson’s on his way over to brief us on what he’s got so far.”“Okay.”“What are you working on?”Maggie shrugged. “I’m doing my prelim on last night. Hopefully, Tomlinson’s got something I can do. Otherwise, I’m going to be waiting around for someone to rob the Piggly Wiggly.”“Well, I wouldn’t count on getting much from Tomlinson,” Wyatt said. “Nice guy, I like him. But he’s going to include us only as much as he needs to.”Maggie sighed.MoreLess
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