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I chuckled, and put the spoon back on the counter before grabbing her by

the waist. She squealed and bursted out laughing as soon as I started tickling

her. Her laugh was music to my ears. I didn’t know how or when but this

little girl had wormed her way into my heart and decided it was her home

now.

It had been close to a month since that whole debacle at the park, and we

had fallen into a perfect routine. On some mornings, when I started work

later than Sofia, I drove Valentina to school, then Sofia usually came to

retrieve her at the end of the school day.

Sometimes she and I met at lunch to eat together, out of town, since we

didn’t want people to speculate. We did our best to eat dinner all together

every night, although there were some times we couldn’t, when Sofia had to

study or work a later shift at the cafe, or when I stayed in late at the station to

work on their parents’ case.

Chief Pierson insisted we take on other cases since we refused to label

theirs as a robbery gone wrong. He was getting more and more adamant on us

moving on. Especially since nothing related to the case happened after the

fire that took away everything that remained of the Raymond household.

Still, I worked on it whenever I could, and Adam helped me too. We

interviewed Harold’s old accomplices from other felonies he had committed,

even tracked down the last remaining members of his family and searched his

trailer over in Ravenbridge, but nothing so far.

We did a more thorough background check on Conan too, but on paper

nothing was wrong with the guy. After the funeral though, I had heard he had

gotten up the ranks and joined the city council after one spot was made

vacant by the now honorary mayor they had elected. We had convoked him a

week ago to interrogate him, which he apparently didn’t take kindly. He

didn’t like being treated like a criminal in a case revolving around the man

he had admired for a good chunk of his life. His words, not mine.

Sometimes I thought to myself, that maybe it had just been a robbery gone

wrong, that the second man had long left the city, or even the state.

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