Five
I was never so glad to get out of a car in my life. Never so glad to stand in the sunshine and breathe the air deeply. The air was slightly moist, so it could have come all the way from the Pacific Ocean. Might mean rain. No, not this late into June. And certainly not tonight, not with those kids still out in the forest perhaps bleeding to death.
I shook myself. Glanced at Sandy leading Sylvie back into the cop shop. Lydia came to stand next to me.
“You know why they call this the cop shop, don’t you?” she asked.
I shrugged. “We’ve always called it that.”
“What did you call your police station in Portland?”
“I dunno. Police station. House. The last ten years or so, I called it the office.” I shrugged. “Didn’t think about it much.”
“My granddad told me it’s called the cop shop b
