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point that would be like poking an angry bear so I kept my
mouth shut.
    He jerked open the glass door that led
to the policeman’s common office area, looked around for a minute,
then stalked over to the trio by the coffee pot. They hadn’t moved
since I’d left.
    I saw Disher’s belly shake and jiggle
as he ranted. He gestured wildly and hiked his thumb over his
shoulder in my direction several times. I saw the trio look up at
me twice, but they said nothing, merely listened intently to what
Disher was saying.
    A devious smile broke out on the face
of the tallest of the group. He leaned in toward Disher. I couldn’t
make out what he might’ve been saying, but whatever it was must’ve
been pretty funny. All four men laughed.
    The tall cop clapped Disher on the
shoulder and Disher turned and walked back toward me. He was still
smiling when he pushed through the glass door again, but it faded
as soon as his eyes met mine.
    “ Somebody’ll send for you,”
he said and then he walked right past me, opened the restricted
door and disappeared behind it.
    I turned my attention back
to the three cops in the glass room. They were still enjoying some
kind of joke between them. They huddled their heads together for a
minute before I heard the tall one shout Hey, Grayson. Got a live one for ya, Rookie.
    The other two cops snickered as they
headed toward what I assumed was a desk that sat deep in the corner
closest to me. It was completely hidden from my view.
    I could see the three men looking down
at someone, talking and gesturing—again toward me. I was
immediately uncomfortable. I wondered if I should just leave. After
all, I hadn’t given Disher my name. They’d have no way to know
where to find me.
    That option was sounding really good
and I was actually rising to my feet to bolt when I remembered that
I’d had to put my name on the top of the report.
    I was still considering escape when I
saw the trio of men back away from the desk that I couldn’t see and
a fourth head pop up in front of the glass.
    A man with short cut, shiny black hair
walked out from behind the desk and turned toward the door. I
watched him head my way. In a panic, I froze like a deer in
headlights.
    Though he was dressed in plain clothes
like the other three men, his outfit was much nicer. He wore a
forest green shirt with black pants and a matching tie that had an
abstract print on it. He looked much younger than any of the
others, too. And he was very handsome in a dangerous-cop kind of
way.
    He stopped in front of the door to rub
tiredly at his nape. It made me feel a little sorry for him. I
feared I was not going to make his day any better or
easier.
    Finally, he pushed the door open and
looked right at me. “Holloway?”
    “ Yes?”
    “ Come on back,” he said,
sweeping his hand in front of him.
    I stood and walked to the door, turning
sideways to squeeze past him. He smelled like cinnamon and coffee
mixed with soap. Not a bad smell, just an unusual combination. I
avoided his eyes as I passed in front of him then I stepped to the
side to let him lead the way.
    “ I’m Detective Grayson,” he
said over his shoulder as he made his way across the room. He
headed for a desk that was indeed crammed into the corner as I’d
suspected and then he stopped in front of it.
    It was piled high with folders and
papers. A stack of empty coffee cups sat on one corner and a glass
jar of Fireballs sat on the other. There was a small space cleared
out right in front of the computer where the desk surface was
visible. It was brown and worn and looked a hundred years
old.
    He plopped down into the
chair behind the desk so I sat in the ratty gray one to the side. I
watched him quietly as he rifled through the folders scattered
about, searching for something. He said Ah-hah when he came up with a
pen.
    He grabbed a wrinkled paper from the
top of one of the stacks of files and then turned toward me with my
report in his hand.
    “ So, Ms. Holloway,