“Anyone want a ham sandwich?” Priscilla asked brightly. “I can’t mess that up.”
“The guys can make their own sandwiches,” Campeon said, clearly irritated by the incident. “I think Captain Epperson would like to get on with his interviews. Garner, he can start with you.”
“Me?” The order took her by surprise. “I wasn’t even at the warehouse fire.” She’d still been in training, and up until now Roark hadn’t ever included the rookies in his investigation.
“You,” Roark confirmed. “We can talk in the captain’s office.”
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