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Amy frowned as she took stock of herself in the mirror in the precinct bathroom.
Neat hair, check. Smart jacket, check. Subtle but tasteful make-up, check. The trademark Santiago look was intact.
Still, there was something bothering her, and as she spotted the carefully unobtrusive patch peeking out from the neckline of her shirt, she realized what it was. She suppressed a sigh of irritation, quickly adjusting the collar to cover it up.
Much better.
She should have known better than to wear that particular shirt after it had shrunk in the wash a few weeks ago. But she hadn't had time to do laundry in a while, her caseload being what it was, and it was either that shirt or the one that Boyle also owned, and she wasn't risking that again.
The neckline thing was a fairly minor annoyance, and by the time she'd gotten back to her desk, it was mostly forgotten, although she did steal another glance down just to double check.
It's not as if there was anything taboo about wearing a patch visibly. In fact, some people made it their thing, especially if they had a very visible mark. Amy's youngest brother, Luis, always matched his patch to his outfit, and had done since his mark came in at 16, blossoming into being on the cheekbone just under his right eye. Everyone had one, after all, so why should he hide it? He had a point, and Amy respected it. But somehow she never quite felt right wearing a more colorful patch, and tended to opt for the more neutral drugstore-issue ones.
It wasn't as if she needed it most days, to be honest. Her mark, sitting just below her collarbone, wasn't visible under most of the tops she owned.
The operative word being most.
She shook her head slightly and grabbed a file. Those cases weren't going to solve themselves.