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small frame practically slid over
into the center council. People often told her she was too small to be driving
such a big car, but it was easy to underestimate just how brave 5’5 Melissa
Miller really was. Easy to underestimate just how far she was willing to go for
the things she cared about, and today was no different.
    ***
    Mitch Manner peeked through the blinds of
the window next to his desk and sighed loudly as Melissa Miller’s green jeep sped
into the parking lot of his precinct. The car came to a screeching stop in the
middle of the parking lot coming about an inch from crashing into his squad
car.
    He shook his head to himself and frowned.
Didn’t she realize she was much too small of a woman to be driving such a big
car? It was beyond dangerous; she clearly couldn’t handle the power behind it.
    The door to the sheriff’s office swung
open and sheriff Freeman came storming out with an intense red burning from the
inside of his eyelids. “That crazy bitch is here again!” the sheriff gasped
loudly stomping his way over to Mitch’s desk, “look at her, she has some sort
of paper work with her.”
    Mitch glanced out the window and noticed
that Melissa did indeed seem to be picking up a bunch of papers off the ground
that she had dropped.
    “You better put her in her place, Mitch,”
the sheriff continued, “a year later and she’s still poking around causing a
stir all over town, people are starting to complain, Mitch, people are starting
to talk, Mitch… it’s a wonder she hasn’t been locked up yet, acting like an
absolutely crazy, a raving lunatic that woman is.”
    “Oh, come on, boss,” Mitch says as he
glances out the window again, now she was chasing a piece of paper toward the
edge of the grass, and he wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she might be mumbling
something to it, “she isn’t that bad.”
    Sheriff Freeman scoffs loudly to himself,
“get rid of her, Mitch, I mean it,” he says, stomping back toward his office,
“and for good this time.” He slams the door to his office just as the front
door to the police station swung open.    
    Melissa’s small frame bursts through the
door practically getting hit by it as the wind closed it roughly behind her.
Mitch gives her a once over. Dark brown hair a mess, glasses tilted to the
side, and bags under her eyes indicating a lack of sleep. Her jeans were worn
and her sweatshirt looked like she had spilled coffee on it earlier that day.
Who was he kidding; she was kind of a mess.
    “Well, I’ve done it,” she declares loudly
making her way over to Mitch, tripping over her own two feet as she went, but
recovering before her body hit the ground.
    Mitch rolls his eyes. “Would you watch where
you’re walking, you’ve only been doing it for 26 years now.”
    Melissa throws the mess of papers in her
hands down on his desk choosing to ignore his sarcastic comment. “There you go!
You’re welcome.”
    Mitch glances down at the pile of papers
in front of him like it’s about as interesting as someone putting a pile of
rocks on his desk. This was a story he had heard one too many times, at least
once a week Melissa Miller was in here with some new “evidence” she herself had
discovered, because apparently the police didn’t know how to do their job.
    “And what,” Mitch says picking up one of
the papers in front of him and pretending to give it a once over, “exactly am I
looking at here?”
    “This is the key to locking Charles Morgan
up for good!” she announces happily.
    “Oh, yeah?” Mitch says setting the paper
back down on his desk, “what is it this time? A secret name change we didn’t
know about? Is he selling children on the black market? No, no, I got it, he’s
really a woman trapped inside a mans body.”
    Melissa’s eyes narrow, shooting daggers
into Mitch “Well, this is exactly the type of thing that keeps my sister’s
killer out on the streets after all this time.”
    Mitch leans back in his chair and