CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
With Maxwell driving like a demon, he and Stella arrived at the Putnam precinct in less than twenty minutes. They rushed into the precinct, where they were met by the surprised stare of the same desk sergeant who’d admitted them earlier that day.
“Afternoon. We’re back,” Stella said briskly.
The sergeant looked perturbed.
“Again?” he asked.
“Yes. We need to view the case file a second time.”
The sergeant hesitated.
“Detective Grover is out. He stated very clearly that nobody was to access the back offices without him being present.”
Stella wasn’t going to play this game.
“If Grover doesn’t want us to use the back offices, then you can bring the case file to us. It’s the Desiree Jardine murder file. We need to review one document. You can oversee us while we re
