Heather and Isabel were sitting at the кухня 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 колокол, колокольчик, белл rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather сказал(-а) 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 сказал(-а) and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do Ты want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight...
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