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“You gonna finish that?”
Angela shoved her plate at Mitchell and stood in the same movement. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Why are you getting upset?” Jack asked. “Don’t you like Detective Chambers anymore?”
“He’s not working Dad’s case. Which I made clear. He’s not supposed to be here. Which he knows. So I willhandlethis.”
“That’s the problem,” Leah said quietly. “You’re not handling anything, Angela. You’ve been handled. For years.”
“I don’t know what that means,” she replied flatly.
For whatever reason, that made Leah sad; she broke their gaze and stared down at her plate. “I know.”
