Parker had finished up her Finals with one last burst of creativity that might net her another place on the Dean's List this semester; too soon to tell, or care, yet. She planned on being drunk for the next 24 hours, screw her ulcer. She deserved it.
But first, a call to Roma, and a policeman of her acquaintance from
two years before. "Paulo, it'
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It's a bird! It's a plane!
... It's Parker's cellphone, ringing.
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*ring* *ring*
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"Ronan? What are you doing...oh god, nevermind," she said, snickering. "Just tell her to call me when she gets a chance."
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