The rent-a-cop was standing by the body, as
requested.
He said, "You're the guy who told me to watch the body."
Cade handed him the extra coffee and said, "Yup, sure am. Here, I brought
you a coffee."
Someone aimed a camera toward them and Cade turned to face the cop --
Davies, by his nametag -- as the camera flashed. He kicked the gun that had
fallen into the bushes over by the body and toed it under a fold in the coat.
"Should you be moving the evidence around like that?" asked Davies.
"So tell 'em I kicked it. I just came down here to get your name and badge
number for the record and secure the scene."
Shrugging as he looked around, Cade said, "Now the scene is secure, I have
my info, and you have your coffee. Just stay put until the cops get here."
Davies almost choked on his first sip of coffee.
He glanced down at the body, then stared at Cade as he asked, "But... You
mean you aren't a cop?!"
"Never said I was," said Cade. "I've just been working with them today. See
you later."
As Cade turned to go, the guard said, "Hey, wait. Is there any word about
the blonde? The woman who, uh.
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