A VEILED DECEPTION—ANNETTE BLAIR Lizzie quickly showered after her run the next morning and ate her breakfast of granola and fruit, made sure the cats were okay, then walked out the door, ready for the final week of classes before the Christmas break. She couldn’t see who the officer in the cruiser was but thought the build was different. Right uniform, though. They must have switched while she was inside. When she had parked in the lot at the school, she got a better look. Officer Craig. She walked over to the police car and leaned toward the open window. “I’ll be here until three P.M. today so it’s really not necessary for you to hang around,” Lizzie said in as pleasant a tone as she could muster. Craig nodded. “Thanks. I’ve got a lot of things I could be following up on. You just call my cell when you’re ready to leave, you hear?” She handed her business card to Lizzie.
