Heather and Isabel were sitting at the keuken-, keuken table, having a cup of coffee. Heather had insisted on wanting to know why exactly Isabel had been fired from the police department.
Isabel was about to reproach her cousin for her way of making money when the klok, bell rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather zei fast, glad she wouldn’t have to comment. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see Cas in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Heather zei and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do u want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight...
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