Chapter 29

“Clever,” I said. “It’s totally different from Miss Tomasina.”

We reached the police department, parked, and went inside, where I identified myself to the desk sergeant, and he had somebody lead us upstairs. Chief Butler was a tall and rather heavyset man who appeared to be a few years older than Chief Bridges. Once the introductions had been taken care of, I asked him if Mike could set up the laptop somewhere so we could show him what we had.

“Let me take you next door to my little conference room,” he said, “but first, I’ll call my captain in here. He needs to sit in on this.”

He picked up the phone and issued a couple of instructions, then he led us down the hall to the conference room, and Mike set the laptop up on the table. After a minute, a short, slightly pudgy fortysomething guy entered the room and was introduced as Captain Gary Nichols.

“Okay, Captain Martin,” the chief said, “you have the floor.”