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╰┈➤ 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘋𝘕'𝘛  have any classes for two weeks, we should look around the Outer Banks and do an internship. Gather all professional experience and get a feeling for what it's like to go to work.

My brother waited tables at Kie's parents' wreck, JJ worked at Figure Eight selling boats. Pope was doing an internship at a law firm and Meggi was in high school. Sarah was housed with Kiara at an animal sanctuary.

I was the only one doing an internship at the sheriff's department. Maybe out of curiosity or to make a clean impression. I was interested one way or the other.

Today I was given the task of looking at old - actually discarded - files so that I knew how they were structured. Then I was supposed to carry them down to the basement in their boxes. So far nothing has been exciting about it. And I knew it was daring, but once the coast was clear, I sat back at my computer and looked at my friends' database.

There was nothing conspicuous noted in it, except for JJ. His was plenty full and I did him a favor and erased a few things from it so it wouldn't be noticeable. I manipulated the date on which you could see when something was changed in such a way that it was not noticeable. If you were familiar with electronics, it was child's play.

After that, I went back to the Internet home page, cleared my throat, and took a sip of coffee from my mug.

Deputy Shoupe knocked on the door and came over to me.

"Miss. Routledge, breaking news just came on the radio that two fugitives were caught selling cocaine illegally," he said. "I'm supposed to get you to go with me. You'll put the handcuffs on them, too, if they do."

My heart pounded in my throat for a second, expecting to be blown. I nodded in concentration, hurriedly got up from my chair and put the blanking pistol in the holster around my belt. They even put me in a full uniform, but I wasn't allowed to carry a baton or a real weapon.

Even on my first day, I had to sign a contract stating that I was sworn to secrecy about anything that might happen during my stay. Probably hence the oncoming trust.

Confidently, I rushed to the car with Deputy Shoupe, got in and got out on time at the spot. When the colleagues who had surrounded two criminals with their cars and I stepped forward, I recognized Rafe and his drug dealer Barry.

Oh damn. It had only been a matter of time before they would eventually be exposed. And especially when it came to young people, the police had fun smuggling them in.

I went ahead with my gun drawn. Shoupe steered toward Barry, which gave me a sharp fix on Rafe.

"Hands behind your head and on your knees!" I ordered him, probably having more fun than I should have.