He was not yet ready to declare himself officially back at work. If he did, there would be a stack of assignments he would be expected to deal with, and pursuit of non-police business would become difficult, if not impossible.Arsenault took a swig from a coffee mug bearing his last name under the Acadian flag. “You want me to run this for you on the q.t.?”“You know it’s not orthodox,” Cardinal said. “It’s not officially a case.”“You’re right, John. It’s not.”The use of his first name was a bad sign. The use of his first name meant pity or maybe even something worse. Arsenault would have heard about his arrest of Roger Felt. He put his patriotic mug down, got up from his desk and closed the door that separated Ident from the evidence room and the rest of the station.“Look, John. You come to me with this, your wife’s suicide note, and ask me to run prints, I want to help. Of course I want to help. And I’ll do it if you really want me to. But the coroner looked into this.
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