Chapter 22

• True to her word, as much as the situation made her feel a little uneasy, Carlina was right back at the police precinct the next evening with a slightly less snug suit. She’d hastily stepped out when she’d prompted him to check it fit and heard the tell-tale clink of a belt - whether it was done for his comfort or hers, she wasn’t entirely sure. It wasn’t usually an issue. Waiting at the door, one shoulder blade resting on the frame, but the other on the door, Carlina stumbled slightly when it was opened.
• Pivoting on her heel, “All good?” she asked brightly as Chief Brown strolled to sink into his chair, motioning her to shut the door behind her. Carlina perched on a seat across from him. “That’s some good work, quick too. What do I owe ya?” A ghost of a smile on his lips, tone relaxed as Carlina frowned momentarily.
• She replied slowly, amusement as if it were obvious weaving in her words, “Nothing, it’s a small thing, really. But if you’re ever in need of a tailor, hope I’ll be the first you call.”