CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When she arrived back at the station, Camille found Palmer in the station's only conference room. It was small and smelled of coffee and slight mildew. When she entered the room, Palmer was standing at the far wall, scribbling details down on a white board with Deputy Humphrey, Officer Bradford, and another officer named Swanson.
Camille paused as she stepped through the door, looking to the intricate little notes and connecting lines on the white board.
"Agent Grace," Palmer said with an excited grin. "Nice of you to join us!" He tossed his dry-erase marker at her and said, "Care to add what you've learned?"
She tossed the marker right back and shrugged. "Nothing to put up there. What I can tell you, though, is a zoologist that has more than a simple passing interest
