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89|Pick A Struggle

"Austin!" Marybeth gritted her teeth. "Why would you do that? Why would you slam the door in her face like that?"

"It's the only language snooty cops like her understand!" he growled, picking up his mug. He took a sip, making a disgusted face as he grumbled, "it's cold."

"Then warm it up in the microwave," Marybeth suggested half-heartedly as she peered through the peephole.

"What are you doing?" Austin whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because you were?"

Marybeth turned back from the door, explaining, "I'm making sure she's gone. I don't trust that woman!"

"Welcome to my world, Beth!" Austin said, his voice heavy with irritation as he clapped his hands. "I've been waiting for you to get on board. Detective Stone and your ex are prime examples of why we never talk to cops because once we do, they'll keep coming back."

"I don't think she believed anything we said," Marybeth said, suddenly annoyed when she remembered how he'd gone way off script. "Why couldn't you just stick to the
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Elizabeth Emery
zI have a feeling Marybeth will wish she had asked Austin if the children could come live with them.
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