There was a slight knock on the door before the handle came down, allowing access into the room. Albert arched a questioning brow as Dora's head popped in. She was the GC precinct's office clerk.
"Coffee?" she asked.
Albert nodded, motioning her in.
"How's the little firecracker?" He inquired about her four-year-old daughter.
Dora smiled, settling a coffee tray on his desk. "Still adamant about schooling in space."
Albert chuckled. The last time Dora had brought the child to the precinct, she'd told everyone and anyone who cared to listen that she wouldn't be going back to school except it was one in space.
