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Chapter 9
A young woman came in their direction and said,” I am Constable Velds. You can call me Carla.”
Nathan’s reverie was broken at her voice and Jane smiled at the young woman. It seemed that she was a misfit in this particular station. Carla extracted a bunch of keys from inside the pocket. It was not dangling on her belt from where it could be snatched immediately. That was a very sensible thing to do and the young woman seemed a real gem, Nathan noticed that carefully and then he sent Jane a signal. When they were out of earshot of the Mustard covered Sergeant, Jane spoke to Constable Velds smiling at her.
“I may need to interview you about the conditions here. Where is a good place to start that if I want to meet you and Mr. Frost wants me to do that? I think he would decide that he would like me to do that,” said Jane. She liked this girl on her first impression and that h
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