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Agent Cooper is leaning against the desk, studying her dispassionately. Shelly can’t look at him—can’t reconcile this person with the one who's sat at the counter of the Double R savoring a cup of coffee and a slice of cherry pie, the open pleasure on his face too intimate for public consumption.
She stands outside after he abruptly dismissed her. She realizes part of her had hoped the man who smiled so sincerely when she brought him coffee and always tipped would call her bluff, save her from this mess. Now she must trust Bobby knows what he’s doing.