Symphony Of Blood, A Hank Mondale Supernatural Case - Plot & Excerpts
Thanks for calling.” “Hey, Hank. Been busy. Doing the best I can.” “I know. I understand.” “Listen, I’ve got a car. I’m on my way over. Be there in about ten or fifteen minutes.” “Great. I’ll be ready.” I reached in my desk, found a fresh notebook but couldn’t find a pen. “Sandy!” I yelled, then stepped out of my office and into the main room. “What is it, Hank?” “My pens. I need one.” She reached into her pocketbook and took out a box of pens, handing me an unused one. “Thank you, Sandy.” She crinkled her nose at me, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips while thinking that she was the cutest little kleptomaniac I’d ever met. “I’m going out.” “Bye.” I stepped outside. “Hi, Mrs. Kim.” I said as I waved. She was in her usual spot behind the sewing machine. “Do you ever take a day off?” I cracked a smile. “Too much to do. Too much to do,” she replied. Mr. Kim stood behind the cash register and nodded and waved. I waved back just as I noticed a gray Dodge sedan approaching—standard unmarked police cruiser.
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