Having talked to reception and waited for a few minutes in the main entrance hall to the large police station, Sam and Dean were greeted by a woman in her early twenties who introduced herself as they got up to shake her hand. Dean noticed the odd stubborn curl in her long, dark blonde hair and a gleaming necklace with a jewel on the end that led down to what must have been at least a C cup...he blinked and brought his attention upwards again as he finished shaking her hand.
“Sheriff Emma Lees. What can I do for you?”
“Er, we’re here with the Chicago Inquirer. I rang you on Thursday...
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