Jake said. The young officer saluted, looking him square in the eye. “Rosie Canfield,” she said. “I mean, Officer Roslynne—” “No need to salute, Officer Canfield,” Jake said. It hadn’t been that long since he was the new kid. He pulled out his BlackBerry, opened a new file to take notes. “So what’ve we got here?” “At approximately nine twenty-seven P.M., dispatch received a nine-one-one call for an open front door at this address, sixteen Kenilworth,” Canfield said. She kept her hands at her sides, fists clenched. A strand of brown hair escaped from under her billed cap, and she puffed it away out of one side of her mouth as she continued her recitation. “Two units responded to the scene, and upon entering through the open door, discovered a—” “Detective Brogan? This is dispatch,” Jake’s radio squawked from his jacket pocket. “Excuse me, Officer,” Jake said. He stashed his BlackBerry, pushed the talk button. “This is Brogan.” “Are you ten-eight, sir?”
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