Atop the file cabinet was a hot plate with a pot of coffee on it, and a pile of newspapers that had been roughly stacked on the floor had been removed. Two more chairs had been set out in the office. A window air-conditioner hummed. “Looking a lot better, Sarge,” said Trace after he entered and looked around. “More middle-class, I thought,” Sarge said. “Attract a better class of client. Here are those police reports. You want coffee?” “No. It’s too hot,” Trace said. He took the reports, which were in a manila folder, and leaned against the wall near the front windows to read them, but before he started, there was a faint tapping on the office door and Sarge jumped to his feet and hurried to go open the door. Martha Armitage was a tall, elegant brunette. She was simply dressed in a white blouse and dark plaid skirt, and the garments showed her figure to be full and lush. She had large sparkling dark eyes, but her makeup looked as if it had been hurriedly applied, because Trace thought it was a touch too thick.
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