Wyatt’s frustration had reached its limit an hour ago, but he couldn’t leave the scene of the accident. It felt like the world and everything in it was conspiring against him and Deirdre, who’d expected him for dinner a half an hour ago.
“Excuse me,” he said to his sergeant, and Wyatt stepped away from the witnesses who couldn’t seem to get their story s…
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