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The sequel to, "No Fury LIke a Woman..." Should be ready by mid January 2019

    Eighteen minutes later the two detectives arrive at Two Convent Road, in Morristown. After they park, they begin walking as they head towards the College campus. They are then greeted by Sister Angelica Marie de Alencar. “Hello.  You two gentlemen must be here for Sister Elizabeth Mary.”  Sister Angelica Mary says smiling.

    “Ma’am. Thank you.  Yes, we are.  I was the one who called and made the appointment.  I’m Detective Krueger and this is Detective Bianchi, Jr, Ma’am.”  Detective Krueger responds in kind.

    “Okay.  Then follow me.  Sister Elizabeth Mary is awaiting your arrival.”  Sister Angelica Mary comments with a gentle grin.

    The two detectives follow the nun, as they pass four doors on their right and three on their left.  There is a light odor of incense in the air.  Soon, the three of them arrive to a small office where Sister Elizabeth Mary is seated behind a desk and finishing conferring with a pupil of the college.
    The pupil is dismissed and the three enter the room to greet Sister Elizabeth Mary.
    “This is Detectives Krueger and Bianchi, Jr. Sister Elizabeth Mary. Would you like me to stay?”  Sister Angelica Marie queries.

    “No, that’ll be fine. Come in gentlemen.”  Sister Elizabeth Mary welcomes the two detectives, as she offers the two one-year old wooden oak chairs, covered in jacobean colored, dark brown stain. “So, now how may I help you two detectives?”  She queries.


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