“Dad, you found my books?” her shaking voice squeaks.
Behind her father, another man emerges from the plastic-draped entrance. She recognizes his brusque, growling speech immediately. “Believe you left ’em in our stable, young lady.” Mr. Stryker jerks his thumb at her parents. “Good thing. Only way I knew who to call.” The beefy man adjusts his flannel cap over his forehead.
Her father looks amused. “We knew you wouldn’t want to miss any homework, kiddo.” He turns to wink at Officer Logan. “Heard you might have a lot of time on your hands after this latest escapade of yours.” He leans toward her and lowers his voice dramatically. “Jail time.”
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