Back in the car, he drove aimlessly around the mall’s parking lot, but there was no sign of Garrison or that other officer’s car. What was his name again? Harvey, maybe. Harley? No, Harlen. What if he were the one on duty instead of Garrison?
Then we come back tomorrow, or next week, or the week after that,Alan reasoned.He said Garrison sometimes worked this beat, too, didn’t he?
Or had he? Alan wasn’t sure now what he’d heard the other officer say exactly. But the kids had known of Garrison, so at least there was a chance Alan would run into him sooner or later.
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