a ground nest of yellow jackets. “I don’t like turtle soup, and I met a hundred people today. June never got the car above ten miles per hour. And then she took me to the diner for lunch. A cavity search would’ve been less invasive. It was like being autopsied while I was still alive.” He’d barely been able to eat for people dropping by their table and grilling him.
Roth’s grin widened. “Welcome to Quincey. Give it time. It’ll grow on you.”
“Like fungus?”
Roth laughed. “Ah, you remember my description of coming home. See you in the morning. If you’re nice, maybe June will let you drive.”
Frustrated, Sam rose. “If I wanted to be tortured by females, I’d go home to my sisters.”
“Good idea. I’ll give you three days’ leave if you want to visit your family. But you’re still partnered with Jones.”
His sisters made the citizens of Quincey look like amateur sleuths.
“I don’t need leave.”
At least he and June agreed on one thing. Neither wanted to work together. But he’d change her mind. Then when he repeated his request for a different partner, maybe Roth would listen.
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