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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter eight, part two

“First time I’ve been called ‘God’,” Martinez said, his eyes amused.  I opened my mouth to make a ribald comment before clamping it shut again.  I had the sneaking suspicion that Martinez knew what I was about to say because he was openly smirking.  His voice was all business, however, when he asked if I’d spotted anything yet.

“No,” I said, discouraged.  “This is like the proverbial needle in a haystack.  How do you not go insane doing this kind of work?”

“It’s better than factory assembly,” Martinez said, shaking his head.  “I did that every summer during my high school years, and there is nothing more tedious than putting together the same two pieces over and over again for eight hours a day.  Don’t let it get to you.  Just think of it as a scavenger hunt.”

“Some prize,” I murmured, turning another page.

“Well, I have to go,” Detective Martinez said, looking at his watch.  “Johnson here will keep an eye out for you.  If you need anything, let him know.”  I looked up, startled to see an officer in the room.  I hadn’t heard him come in, which made me exceedingly uneasy.  He looked as if he were fresh out of training, and he certainly didn’t look old enough to be a cop with his round cheeks and clear blue eyes.

“Ma’am,” Johnson said, nodding his head.

“It’s Scar.  Or Ms. Hsu,” I said sharply.  He made me feel a hundred years old when he called me ‘Ma’am.’  “How am I supposed to find you?”

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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter eight, part one

“Is this right?”  The police sketch artist, name of Meg, held up a composite.  We were in an interview room, and I was starting to get claustrophobic.

“Nose is too big,” I said, frowning at the picture.  She had done a good job capturing the guys general likeness, but there was something missing.  Needless to say, Matt and I never did get around to trying to draw the captor last night.

“How about now?”  Meg had taken several minutes to redo the nose before turning the pad towards me.

“Better.”  There was still something about the picture that wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  There was something about his hair that was eluding me.  Oh well, I dismissed it from my mind.  If I thought about it any longer, I would become more confused than ever.  The best thing would be to allow it to come to me when it was the right time.

“How did she do?”  Detective Martinez said to Meg, striding into the room.

She did just fine,” I said loudly, cross that he was talking about me as if I weren’t even in the room.

“Fine, Detective Martinez,” Meg said, smiling up at the detective.  I suddenly realized that Meg was an attractive brunette in her early thirties with clear green eyes and a glorious smile.  No wonder Martinez softened under her gaze.  I wondered if she was Irish as she looked as if she had a touch of the green in her.

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