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CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE

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THE GREASE-YELLOWED WALL clock above the griddle read 11:20 AM when Officers Clemency and Crider walked into the café for their order. Meg Bilobran saw them enter and retrieved their sandwiches from behind the counter, a Reuben and a turkey club on sourdough, and then met them at the cash register. With a weary smile, she handed the paper bag to the uniformed black man, the deputy chief.

“Here ya go, fellas, all ready. How are things, Palm?”

“Oh, same old same old. Can’t complain. Mm-hmm. You look tired, Meg.”

“Morris, my cook, and Jilly Sweet both called off, so I’m runnin’ the gauntlet by myself today. Running being the key word. Nothing sweet about it, either. Ha. So how are you, Bobby? How’s that pregnant wife of yours holdin’ up?”

The younger and newer of the two officers grinned. “She’s holding fine, Mrs. Bilobran. We’re just waiting and hanging on.”

“How many times I told you, babes? Call me Meg. Anything else for ya?”

Palm Clemency ordered a couple of lar
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