Chapter 11
Keplar snatched the mic from the dashboard, “Trish you there? Over.”
“I'm here Chief. Over.”
“I can't make out my own handwriting on my note pad. It looks like my next interview is with Pooper. Could that be right?”
Laughing, “I have the list right here in front of me, its Popper. Do I need to come out there and lend a hand?” Over.
He was sure getting the laughs today, “That will be fine, over and out.” Keying his mic again, “Trish, has Detective Knutson called in?”
“Oops, I forgot to tell you, he says he is straight out with other cases, but will be in touch as soon as he can. Sorry.”
“Thanks Trish, over.”
He pulled into the driveway of the Poppers. The house was only slightly different from the others. Tan colored brick lined the bottom half of the facade. The t
