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Faith, police headquarters, interrogation room #3
I’d never been to a police station before, even on Earth. I hadn’t really ever met a police officer. One had come to my second-grade classroom to give a talk about stranger danger, but that was as close as I’d ever gotten. I just never felt the need to break the law. Laugh at the rules? Push the envelope. Every day. But actually break the law?
That was more my twin sister, Destiny’s, style.
Trinity had been the one to steal some of the neighbor’s flowers to make a bouquet for Mother’s Day. While it had been taking something that hadn’t belonged to her, and our mother had required her to confess her transgression to poor Mrs. Kluger while holding a handful of the old woman’s prized daffodils and tulips, it hadn’t been serial killer lev
