Chapter 38: Prison Chat

The 13th Precinct was on 21st street. A rather unassuming building. Tan brick divided by dirty windows, except for the top row, which were stained glass. It could’ve been an apartment building from its outside appearance. The only thing that distinguished it from its neighbors was the American flag hanging from a flagpole above the door.

A light wind blew, and I pushed some stray hair off my face. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to see Birdy inside the police station. I pulled open the heavy plate-glass door and headed to the front desk.

A balding male police officer studied me from behind the desk. His head shone like a polished bowling ball, gleaming in the fluorescent lights. “I’m here to see Bird… I mean, Pamela Bird.”

The officer’s bloodshot eyes gave me a once over. “Name?”

“Katie Jayne.”

“I.D.?”

I handed him all the pertinent information.

“Great. It’ll be just a moment. Wait right here.”

“Okay.”