Joan drops the phone she used to call the precinct in the trash, drops the pad of paper with the officer's name into the bag, and fishes the third phone out of the bag and slips it in her pocket. She hurries to his side, looking around, watching for anyone approaching or sticking their heads out of their doors to see what the hell all the racket was.
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Date: 2013-06-17 12:37 am (UTC)