Chapter Forty
Breakfast was exactly what didn’t happen. What they walked into when they entered the front doors of the Sequim detachment was trouble. Sam and Harper Lee were nowhere to be found, but Diane’s boss was at the front window and refused to allow Maggie and Ryley access. Diane was buzzed in through one of the brown locked doors, and Maggie was told to sit and wait in the small sterile entryway that had locked doors and sealed glass.
After an hour, Maggie tapped the reception window. “Excuse me, I’d like to see my husband, Richard McCafferty. Your officers brought him in hours ago.”
The dark-haired cop behind the glass had a pot belly and glasses. He slid open the glass window. “Sit down, ma’am.” He pointed his pen sharply at the empty plastic chair beside Ryley. She gripped th
