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We were soon back at the police station in front of the counter. The officer looked up as we entered and smiled at us. “What can I do for you?”
Orion and I leaned our elbows on the counter. “We’d like to see the evidence we brought in this morning,” Orion told him.
The officer blinked at us. “Evidence? For what crime?”
Orion frowned. “The piece of fur the chief brought in. He said he’d put it in the evidence locker.”
The officer looked at his computer screen and typed a few buttons. He leaned back and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but there isn’t any record of anything being put into the evidence locker today.”
Orion straightened and looked past the man at the door marked ‘Chief.’ “Well, maybe the chief hasn’t put it in yet. Where is he?”
“He’s meeting with the mayor, an
