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"Agent Wainwright, can we talk to you for a moment?!"
I turned to see the Senior girls we'd interviewed at the High School the day before running up towards us, and waved the boys on while I waited for the three of them. They stopped when they reached me, all their eyes widening when I glanced over my shoulder to watch the boys turn the next corner.
“Oh my god, you’re in love!” the one with her hair dyed green - Richelle, I thought - squealed.
"What?"
"You're in love with your partner!" she repeated.
"Excuse me?"
"I told you." one of her friends - Carol? - jumped in. "I saw it yesterday. You said I was imagining things!"
"The taller one, right?" girl number three, whose name escaped me completely, said while almost swooning.
"No!" Carol protested. "The other one! The cute one with the bow legs!"
"Girls, please!" I made myself heard over their chatter. "Is this why you stopped me? To accuse me of fraternising inappropriately with coworkers?"
"What?" they said in unison, staring at me blankly.
"Oh!" Carol caught herself first. "No, no, of course not. We just... You said if we remembered anything else, or if we saw something or someone suspicious, we should let you know, right?"
"Go on..."
