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Rules: go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, share 7 sentences, and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.
This is from The Bootmaker, which is a direct sequel to Graveyard Shift, my Pitchwars novel. It would be a classic serial killer tale, if the CSI wasn't a wheelchair using witch, and the lead detective a werewolf.
It was Quinn’s territory, and Jorgensen was dayshift CSU supervisor, but anything that pulled both of them out of their offices couldn’t be good. I glanced around for a disabled parking spot, and growled under my breath that there didn’t seem to be one. On the other hand, the car park was near empty, so I just put us as close to the footpath as I could get.
Two bike squad officers peeled into the carpark as I reassembled my chair and I smiled at a familiar face. Aine Kekoa was the junior-most detective in Aleks' squad, but was back in uniform for a month as administrative punishment for disobeying a direct order. As that had involved her coming along to give covering fire while we rescued my daughter, I was inclined to take her side in the argument.
Aine pulled her bike in next to me and kicked down its stand.
