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Frank slumped down on the couch, took a donut out of the box and stuffed it into his mouth. Snowball bounced up beside him and begged for a piece, which he gave her. She liked the chocolate iced ones, especially the icing. Exhausted from the nights he’d spent in his truck at the end of Abigail’s driveway, Frank appreciated the softness of the sofa.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. Stakeouts were a young cop’s pastime. Sleeping in a truck. Drinking cold coffee. Staying awake all night. Catching cat naps during the day. He was getting too old for all that.
But listening to Abigail in the kitchen, he had the feeling, as he had for days, she was in danger and he had to watch over her for a little while longer. Call it his cop instinct and all he knew was his instincts were rarely wrong.
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