Excerpt from, "How To Ruin a Pearl"

Detective Gallagher takes the manila folder and hands it to Detective Schultz. Sgt. Smith and Detective Schultz depart with manila folders in hand. It’s now nearing eleven o’clock in the morning. Detective Gallagher says, “Okay, we are going to East Hanover Police Department. Let’s see what they got on the car.”

Jackie responds, “Why didn’t you guys like stop doing that to me? Do you not believe me?”

Detective Gallagher replies, “No. it’s not you. Drop it. It’s fine. You did good Jackie.”

Jackie sighs, “Thank God.” Jackie shakes her head.

Detective Gallagher suggests, “Let’s get a cup of coffee.”

Jackie blurbs, “What James? Is it your hour for donuts?” She grins. “Hey, I’m stressed out. A stressed girl needs a Boston Crème Donut with Chocolate filling. And besides, I’m your guest, I take it you’re treating.”

Detective Gallagher states, “You’re pretty funny. You know that. Yeah sure, I’ll get you a Boston Crème Donut with Chocolate filling. You want a dozen?” He smirks.

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