Morgan"s next stop was at the post office/police station. She knew a package sat there waiting for her, and she was eager to see what her new client had sent her. She also wanted to stop in to see if Nate and Jenny had found anything more about the medallion. At the very least she was hoping she could take a picture of the medallion.
"Good morning, Morgan," called out the postmistress from behind the counter. Morgan was a familiar face; she was in two or three times a week picking up or posting packages. It was only natural that the two women would begin to talk and get to know each other, and Morgan had been pleased to find that she had much in common with Jill Thomas, including a love for books.
"Good morning, Jill. How is your day going so far?" Morgan replied.
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