"Lieutenant," Pauline's voice echoed through the intercom, "Charles and Joyce Milligan, the parents of Sara Milligan, are here and would like to see you."
"Did you inform them Kensington and Gerard are in charge of the investigation?"
"I did, Lieutenant, but they asked to see you. Is that okay?"
Harwell grumbled and shut down his computer. "Yeah, okay, Pauline, show them into my office . . . but call Kensington and Gerard and tell them to get in here."
"Yes, sir."
He cleared the papers from the top of his desk stacking them into a neat pile on the side, stood and adjusted his tie, then crossed the room and opened the door. The wife gave Harwell a half-hearted smile.
"Mr. and Mrs. Milligan. Please come inside," he gestured with his hand.
The Milligan's were a handsome couple. The husband extended his hand in greeting. "I'm Charles Milligan, and this is my wife, Joyce."