![]() Shooting at Keene College.īrigit and I had both graduated from Keene College, albeit over a decade apart. I eased in behind her, looking over her shoulder. She sat down behind her desk and pointed at her computer screen. I got up out of my desk and followed Brigit into the outer office. There was also a small waiting area out there for clients. One was my inner office, and the other was the outer office where Brigit’s desk was. There were only so many times that I could reorganize my files. Well, what is it? I had to admit that I was grateful for the distraction. I’d solved a murder and proved that their leader, Gunner Bray, was innocent. The last client had been the Clayton Society. ![]() ![]() ![]() These days, I was letting her help out with investigations occasionally as well. I was a private detective, and Brigit’s job was to talk to the clients before I talked to them. She was standing in the doorway to my office, her eyes wide. Oh my God, Ivy, you’re not going to believe this, said my assistant Brigit Johansen. ![]()
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