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    “Miss Peirce…”
    Brooklyn looked up and detective Kai was standing in the doorway. He wore a white button down shirt and black dress pants. He had a gold shield clipped to his waistband. His smile was boyish and friendly. He extended his hand; Brooklyn shook it and said, “Good morning Detective.”

“Good morning, Miss Peirce, I appreciate you coming in so early. How are your father and Miss Carmen?” he asked, as they walked down a narrow corridor.
    “My father is going to be released later today and Lydia is stable. Thanks for asking.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    A few officers walked past and said “Good morning.” Brooklyn caught a couple of the officers arching their brows and giving detective Kai thumbs up out of her peripheral vision. On their way to meet the sketch artist, she inconspicuously studied detective’s Kai’s profile and decided he was a very handsome man. His sun kissed skin was set off by a crop of dark hair and thick eyebrows. He had full lips the color of sweet ripe strawberries with a cupid’s bow. Detective Kai moved with a sense of confidence and grace that Brooklyn found very enticing and seductive. He exuded a natural sexual magnetism that made her feel drawn to him. They reached an office door and he knocked a few times. A man wearing a Van Halen T-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops opened the door. He had a goatee and an earring in each ear. He certainly didn’t look like he worked for the police, Brooklyn thought.
    “Spen, you’re up early.” Song held out his fist and bumped it against Spen's.
    “What’s up, Song? I got a call that we have a few witnesses coming in today who may have seen the shooter from the ballroom last night. I was kind of surprised about the shooting; I thought the governor was a cool guy and the majority of people loved him. But I guess in the end, he’s probably just another lying politician.”
    Song cleared his throat and a look of embarrassment crossed his face. “Yeah, about that; this is-“

“Hello, I’m Brooklyn Peirce, the governor’s daughter. Trust me; he really is a cool guy.”
    An awkward silence made an already uncomfortable atmosphere even more intolerable.
    Spen blushed, “I’m sorry, Miss Peirce, I didn’t mean to imply that, I mean, I’m sure your dad is one of the good ones.”
    Brooklyn laughed. “It’s okay, I understand why there’s so much cynicism when it comes politics.”
    Spen grinned, “Yeah, I really am sorry.” He moved a large SpongeBob figurine off a chair and sat down behind a cluttered desk. “Please, have a seat.”
    Brooklyn sat down and Song pulled up a chair and sat beside her. Spen picked up a large sketch pad and grabbed a pencil from behind his ear.
    A lot of sketch artists like to use computers, but I prefer the old fashioned way. Let me know when you’re ready and we can begin.
    Brooklyn took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready.”
    “Before we begin, I’m going to ask you to close your eyes and think back to last night. Think about the perpetrator’s face: distinguishing features, a large nose, scars, gap teeth, anything…Okay, just relax.”

Chapter 10
    Brooklyn closed her eyes and felt her stomach knotting up as anxiety crept in. She began. “He was a white male, maybe 5 feet10 inches tall, about 180 pounds. He was wearing a red baseball cap, plaid shirt and sunglasses. His face was oval shaped with no facial hair and a narrow nose. I didn’t see his teeth.”
    Spen listened and drew on the sketch pad. “Ms. Peirce, did he hold the gun in his left hand or right hand?”
    Brooklyn envisioned blood trickling down her father’s temple, and the scarlet pool forming beneath Lydia; then the outstretched hand pointing a gun. She heard a far away cry, a child was crying: “Mom, Mom!” Brooklyn was back in the hospital room when she was ten-years-old, calling for her mother to wake up. She trembled with fear as a river of tears flowed down her cheeks. She felt Song’s gentle