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different last name, it’s unlikely there’ll be more
than one Cameron, aged approximately twenty-six or twenty-seven, at
the same precinct. I’ll call you right back.”
    After thanking her again, Georgie ended the
call and made her way to her car. The cherry-red Mazda CX-3 was
parked where she’d left it. She’d barely sat down in the driver’s
seat when Chanel rang her.
    “Wow, that was quick. How did it go?”
    “No good. Bryce’s not answering his phone.
He might be out on a job. I’ve left a message for him to call me.
I’ll let you know once I actually speak with him.”
    Georgie’s shoulders slumped in
disappointment, but she forced herself to reply with a level of
optimism. After all, with a bit of luck, Chanel would talk to her
husband about it before the night was over and Georgie would have
the information she sought.
    “Thanks, Chanel, I really appreciate
it.”
    “No problem. I’ll speak to you later and
I’ll let you know when I can escape from here and have a night out
on the town with you!”
    Georgie laughed and after a round of fond
farewells, ended the call. Turning the key in the ignition, she
headed for home.
    * * *
    Detective Sergeant Cameron Dawson typed the
last sentence of the report he’d prepared on the drug bust that had
gone down earlier that day. A moment later, he saved his work and
logged off. With a sigh, he stretched his arms above his head and
leaned back in his cheap, government-issue chair. It squeaked in
protest against his weight, but he was beyond caring. His eyes
drifted closed with fatigue.
    It had been a helluva tough day. The bust
had been a culmination after months of surveillance and long hours
undercover, deep in the bowels of a drug cartel. Cameron had been
only one of several detectives involved in the sting.
    More than a thousand pounds of
methamphetamine had been confiscated in the raid, along with vast
amounts of the chemicals and other drug paraphernalia required to
make more. A dozen criminals involved in the extensive meth
operations were now behind bars, charged with a string of offenses.
It would be a long time before any of them saw the light of day.
All in all, it had been a good day’s work and Cameron felt
justifiably satisfied.
    “You did good today, Cam.”
    Cameron opened his eyes and managed a tired
smile in Bryce Sutcliffe’s direction. “Thanks, mate. Appreciate you
saying so.”
    Bryce had been caught up in a complex
homicide case and hadn’t been part of the meth investigation, but
like all of their colleagues, they were a team first and foremost
and they cheered each other on. Some days the support and
encouragement from his fellow officers was needed and sometimes it
wasn’t, but it warmed Cam through to know the men and women who
worked at the City of Sydney Police Station were devoted to each
other as much as they were to their jobs.
    “You’re the talk of the town,” Bryce added.
“Every media outlet in the city wants a piece of you. Good thing
you’re kind of pretty. You’ll grace the cover of every magazine.
Who knows? Hollywood might even come knocking on your door!”
    Cam grinned good-naturedly. “You’re full of
shit, Sutcliffe. I think you’ve gotten way too close to the hundred
or so diapers your girls must go through each week.”
    Bryce laughed and shook his head. “It just
goes to show what you know about kids. The triplets are
three-and-a-half. They stopped wearing diapers a year ago.”
    “Really? ’Cause that sounds awfully young. I
had a little sister once. I was eleven when she was born. I
remember she was still in diapers, at least at night, right up
until she turned four.”
    “Yeah, well maybe I exaggerated a little
bit, but Zoe’s mostly toilet trained and the other two won’t be far
behind.” Bryce paused and then frowned. “What do you mean you had a little sister? What did you do? Disown her?”
    Cam swallowed a gasp, feeling like he’d just
taken a punch to his stomach. Bryce’s chuckle