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The investigations were done.
Jeremy was, of course, taking a few final photographs that were sure to be duplicated by other images he’d already taken. Taz walked with him, not really looking at anything, but the Taser, with a fresh cartridge, was still jammed in her back pocket.
Miranda liked that they were doing it together. Jeremy had lost none of his drive, but he was…
“He’s better around her, isn’t he?” She asked Andi, who stood beside her on a slight rise overlooking the wreckage.
“I didn’t know him before. But they do seem to fit together well.”
“Like…” she decided to try for a metaphor, “…two pieces of wreckage finally fitting together?”
Andi laughed softly. “No, Miranda. That implies they’re both broken like wreckage—destroyed beyond use. No, they fit together like a par
