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touch before she heard his voice. He reached over and rubbed the top of her hand.
    “We can stop now if you like…It’s okay,” he whispered.
    “He held the gun in his left hand!” she shouted. Brooklyn opened her eyes and Spen continued to sketch.
    “Good,” Spen muttered.
    Sensing that Brooklyn was becoming emotionally drained, Song said, “Spen, we’re going to step out for a few minutes; would you like something?”
    “A few Butterfingers will do,” he said without looking up.
    ‘”You got it!”
    Song escorted Brooklyn out the door. The two of them walked to the break room in complete silence for a few minutes.
    “I’m sorry; I sort of fell apart in there.”
    “Hey, look, I understand. I think you were very helpful. Believe it or not, Spen can work magic.” Song chuckled. “He’s a very unique person; he’s also the best sketch artist and computer tech guy in the business.”
    He inserted a few dollars into the vending machine and retrieved two Butterfingers.
    Brooklyn managed a smile; “Spen has a very unorthodox way of doing things.”
    Song grinned. “He certainly does.” He poured a cup of coffee. “Would you like a drink?”
    “Coffee is fine, thanks.”
    Brooklyn and Song sat down at a small table. She stirred creamer and two packs of sugar into the coffee and then took a big sip.
    She almost gagged as the thick slush slid down her throat. It looked like crude oil and tasted similar she expected.
    Song noticed the expression on her face and said playfully, “This is the best it’s tasted in a while.”
    Brooklyn grinned and pushed the cup aside. “I’m sorry to hear that. So, how long have you been a detective?”
    ‘’I’ve been on the force for eight years. You said last night that you teach kindergarten; how long have you been a teacher?” Song asked.
    “I’ve been teaching for about six years now.”
    “I’ m sure it’s quite a rewarding job.”
    Brooklyn smiled thinking about the kids in her class. “It’s very rewarding and challenging too. I like to think I learn just as much from my students as they learn from me.”
    She’s stunning … Simply gorgeous, Song thought. Brooklyn wore a floral print sundress and Mary Jane pumps. The dress hit below the knee and showed off her well toned legs.
    “Detective Kai, do you think…You’ll catch the guy who tried to...“ Her voice trailed off.
    Before he could answer, his cell phone vibrated.
    Song looked at Brooklyn and politely said, “Excuse me,” and answered his phone. “Hey Spen…Okay cool! We’re on our way back.”
    Song reached over and placed his hand on top of Brooklyn’s; this time he let it linger a while longer.
    He held her gaze. “To answer your question, yes, I think we’re going to catch this guy; I hope sooner rather than later, but we’ll catch him.” His voice was determined and confident. “That was Spen, the sketch is ready. We should head back.”

Brooklyn slowly nodded her head. She found Song’s touch comforting. She noticed that his dark brown eyes had flecks of gold which made them even more alluring.
    Spen was sitting on the edge of the desk holding his sketch pad, when Song and Brooklyn entered his office.
    “Now please let me know, if I need to change anything, we have a few more people coming in today and I just want to make sure I got your sketch right.”
    He turned the pad to face Brooklyn and she gasped.
    “That’s him! That’s him.” She shouted.
    Song noticed Brooklyn nervously shaking, as if she were reliving the shooting “Would you like to sit down?” Song asked.
“No, I’m fine.” Brooklyn took a deep breath, “I’m fine.”
    “Well it looks like our work here is done. I can’t thank you enough for coming in today. By the way,” Spen said, “Your dad is one of the cool ones. I hope he and Miss Carmen will make a speedy recovery.”
    Brooklyn reached and shook Spen’s hand. “You’re welcome, and thank you too.”
    Song handed the candy bars to