Tony wondered if it was the same cop who drove him. He wondered how badly the officer must have screwed up to draw this for an assignment.
“We have to get you out of here,” K.J. said in a low whisper.
“How?” Tony whispered back. “Like you said, I’m in a fucking police station.”
“I’ll create a distraction,” K.J. suggested, pushing a sheet of paper into his hand. “You get out of here and go see Simon’s widow. There’s the address.”
Tony shrugged. It sounded harebrained and risky, but he was out of options. He watched as K.J. walked to the doorway and sidled up to their guard, temporarily blocking his field of vision.
“Excuse me,” she said. “Where’s your bathroom?”

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