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The fact that Will didn't trust her enough to let her do her job in peace made Merry furious. Out of the four cocktail waitresses at the Rootin' Rooster, she was the only one with her own tagalong rent-a-cop. He didn't watch her every move, but it felt like it. Sometimes she glanced over and saw him talking on his phone, or jotting down notes on a notepad.
Maybe he was actually picking up some clues while he was hanging around. Which would be helpful, since she hadn't gleaned anything since she'd started working here.
Not that he would share any clues with her. Of course not. He didn't respect her or what she did.
One bright side was that the other customers took note of his presence and left her alone more than usual. Since he'd taken his seat, all long-legged and quiet and forceful
