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Rebecca was glad to leave Homicide at six p.m., rush home to change clothes, and to make herself look good for a Friday night date. Well, not exactly a date … but close.
Brandon Seymour would be picking her up at seven-thirty. He had called with a simple question about SFPD procedures, which he could have easily found an answer to anywhere. She asked him about foreign money coming into the country via real estate deals. He suggested dinner to discuss the complex subject properly.
She agreed.
She even decided to wear a dress, a form-fitting dress in rose pink with modest elbow-length sleeves offset by a rather daring V-neck bodice.
She had unlocked the door to the breezeway and told him to go through it to her front door and knock.
When she opened the door, and he looked at her, hi
