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"Here," he replied, handing her his badge, "satisfied?"
Diane picked up her telephone receiver. "Who are you calling? You haven't answered
me yet!" he protested. Diane nodded in acknowledgment. "I kept my end of
the bargain," reminded Detective Foster.
"Are you married, detective?" asked Diane, over the receiver.
"What does that have to do with anything?" he objected. Diane smiled.
"No, I'm not married, and this is a glowing example of the reason why,"
groaned Detective Foster, flopping down into the chair in front of Diane's desk.
He had realized after a few sentences into the discussion, that if he wanted information
from her, he would also have to give information. He waited, patiently, for Diane
to finish her phone call.
"Hello? Do you have a someone in your homicide department masquerading as 'Detective
Foster'?" asked Diane. "You do? Thank you," she answered, "Have
a nice day!" Diane hung up the telephone. "Now, what was your question?"
she asked sweetly.
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