Stella shut her locker as she finished changing into some more comfortable clothes that didn’t smell so strongly of cigarette smoke. Between the crime scenes and the testing in the lab, she felt like a walking cigarette. Her cell phone beeped, signaling she had a new text message. Reaching down, she picked up the phone to read the message. It was from Mac. Stella had to laugh as she read the text: 404211N, 0740058W. 1715 hrs? It was a game they played, sort of their own little way of communicating. When Mac had been in the Marines, he had been in charge of strategic field deployment and had...
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