“Geez, boss,” Janet said as we left the little room in which we’d observed the interrogation through one-way glass. “That was almost too easy.”
“Give credit where it’s due, Sergeant,” I said. “Our boy Sam is as skilled at interrogation as anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“True.”
“I need a summary report from you by the end of the day. Send it to me in computer form so I can integrate it into my report to the captain and the sheriff.”
“You’ll have it. This is one of those times when I just love this job.”
“I know what you mean.”
I stuck my head in the captain’s door long enough to tell him the good news. “I’ll need a full report with a copy for the sheriff,” he said.
“On your desk by ten tomorrow, boss.”