Chapter 18
As soon as they got Chip Lang back to Minneapolis PD, they sat him down with a sketch artist. In the meantime, Keplar called his parents and explained what had happened. They agreed to come in as soon as possible.
Sitting in Knutson’s office, Keplar was munching on a sandwich from a vending machine, “Does this guy sound familiar? It seems he would certainly stand out in a crowd.”
Watching him eat the sandwich, “How can you eat that thing? I bet it has been in there for a week.”
Taking a sip of coffee to wash it down, “It’s not bad, a little stale, but I am hungry. Almost as good as the one Rose made for me yesterday.”
“I would advise you not to mention that to Rose.”
“Agreed, now let’s get back to the question.”
“I was thinking the same thing. I’m surprised I haven’
