She looks around the room and spots a notebook and several pens on the table beside the seated policeman. “Excuse me. Uh, sir? Do you mind if I use one of these pens?” Her voice squeaks a little, embarrassing her.
The man doesn’t even look up from the computer screen. “Sure, kid. But no funny business. Captain Logan will have our heads if we lose you again. He’s taken a personal interest in this case, so no trouble.”
“No, sir. Not me.” She grabs a blue ballpoint pen from the table. Rosa watches curiously as she retrieves the doomed sketch of Miss Garrett from her pants pocket. She carefully unfolds the page and turns it over. Seconds later, she forgets everything except the drawing of a horse and young rider that takes shape under her skillful eyes and fingers.
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