The Detective and the Badge
The badge was clean. Too clean. Kate Morrison turned it over in her hands three times, the way one turns a coin that might be weighted. It was her father's NYPD homicide badge, the one Charles Blackwood's secretary had delivered in a plain envelope two days after Charles himself had invited her to "come by the apartment whenever you're ready." The badge had been kept in a box lined with faded...
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