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Sandwich Play

ISBN 9781419919169

Edited by Helen Woodall.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication November 2008

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Brigit Zahara

Dedication

For Tracy

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Sandwich Play

Chapter One

Officer Trisha Sutton pulled her car into the parking lot of the all-night convenience

store somewhere around eleven p.m. Thursday night and cut the engine. Having just

dropped off her partner at his home in Queens after their routine eight-hour patrol

shift, she decided to pop in and see if she could pick up a few not-all-that-necessary

things before heading to her brownstone in the Bronx. Truth be told, she was in no

hurry to go home. She wouldn’t be able to sleep—at least not very well or for very long.

There was nothing to do—summer TV viewing was at an all-time low—and there was

no one there waiting for her. Unless you counted D’Artagnan. Her cat.

Each night when Trisha returned from work, the orange tabby, miffed at its owner’s

late afternoon and early evening absence, would be more than a little standoffish for the

first twenty minutes or so. Only when he felt he had punished Trisha adequately would

he saunter over and allow her to scratch his ears.

What remained of their night from there was pretty much routine. Trisha would

take a shower, nuke some leftovers in the microwave and devour them while channel

surfing on the tube. She might do some reading or even try to unwind with a little yoga

before going to bed. After four, maybe five hours’ sleep, she’d get up and do it all over

again. That was her life and had been ever since the death of her husband, Roger,

almost two years ago. Both dedicated to serving the community, they had met and

fallen in love on the force, together vowing to make a difference in the city they called

home. In his memory, Trisha kept that commitment.

Inside the brightly lit food and gas stop, Trisha grabbed a basket and headed for the

produce. After selecting a couple of tomatoes and a head of lettuce, she turned down

the hot beverage aisle halting halfway at the sight before her. Trisha stared at the profile

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