Wordle #1043 – GLEAM
“What the f…”
I draw my chunky cardigan closed over my Killers tee, suddenly very conscious of the ratty shirt and sweats I’m wearing, and no bra. Nevertheless, I quickly undo the deadbolt and open the door, fueled by equal parts intimidation and curiosity.
The gruff cop who had been banging on my door bullies his way inside immediately, followed by the younger uniformed officer. There’s a noticeable bounce in his step and an excitable gleam in his eye—he eagerly takes in my apartment like he can’t wait to get started.
“Are you Cecilia Cale?” The plainclothes officer asks as he strides inside, seemingly in no hurry himself.
The man’s hair falls in loose waves to his ears, except for where it’s been slicked back in front, and he flaunts an unapologetically 70s mustache. But the look doesn’t stop there—he’s wearing a sports coat and a high-collared shirt that’s unbuttoned low enough to make even Magnum P.I. blush. The only thing missing is a Winston between his fingers.
Despite it all, I’m loath to admit, there’s something attractive about him.
“Yes, I’m Cecilia Cale,” I say, trying to sound as cool and confident as possible. “And you are…?”
“Detective Craig Palumbo.” He shows me his badge with a supercilious flourish. “Miss Cale, we’re here to execute a warrant to search these premises.”
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