Jazz asked Griffin. “Tony still has mine. I need to call my friend Caitlin. I’m sure she’s heard about all this by now. She’s got to be freaking out.” They were both staring into the refrigerator trying to figure out what to eat for dinner. It had been a long day at the station but Jazz was glad she’d been able to help out. It was a heck of a lot better than sitting around waiting for answers. “Tony doesn’t have your phone—the crime lab does. I was able to get a warrant for everyone’s rooms and the phones too.” “Will I get it back?” Jazz sighed as she thought of her brand new phone being pulled apart and ruined by some guy in a white coat. “You will, I promise.” Griffin turned at the sound of the doorbell pealing insistently. There were a few reporters camped out at the end of the long lane to the house, but most had turned in for the night. Besides, she doubted they’d come right up to the front door and ring the bell. Griffin shrugged and looked outside the window before breaking into a grin.
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