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It's been an embarrassingly long time since Sally has given a facial to anyone other than herself. She knew that her skills were up to snuff because she did them to herself every week in the mirror, but she hadn't exactly done then on anyone else in a long while.

Which meant she could be losing her touch. And besides, it wasn't like the market was any kind of temperature to sell products, so instead she was in the kitchen with all her self-made tools and supplies.

And now she needed a volunteer. The minute she saw him, she knew that she had the perfect suspect. "Charlie!" she excitedly called over. "Charlie! Are you busy?"

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"That's a pity," he remarked. "I still do my job, here. Sort of. IPD. Island Police Department. We don't have nearly as many cases, but that's not a bad thing. There aren't any badges, here, though. But I do have my old once. From the LAPD."

"And did you solve many crimes there?" she asked as she began to isolate any blotches of skin and any blackheads so she could remove them. "This may hurt a little," she warned, letting the grime and dirt ooze out of his pores before starting to clean it away.

"I did," he replied, only showing the smallest flicker of a reaction as she cleaned his face. "Well, we did."

There's a brief pause. Dani isn't a topic that he's really broached since her disappearance, and although he's gotten much better about his behavior since her departure, he's still hurting.

"Did you ever meet Reese?"

"The name doesn't really ring a bell," Sally had to admit as she worked, leaning in rather than squinting and earning the inevitable lines for the movement. "Sorry," she added (almost as an afterthought). "Who was she?"

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