From the parking garage, Jim leads the way into the police station through a back door he has to swipe his badge to open. Inside, Alan follows him through a maze of corridors lined with doors—some open, most closed. From what he can see as they pass, many of the rooms are offices. “One of these yours?” he asks softly.
“Detectives are upstairs.” Jim turns a corner and nods at the elevator at the far end of the hall. “This is mostly beat cops, records, accounting. The only working copier in the whole building is in a tiny room off the employee lounge, which is back that way. Plus the bullpen—where most of the officers’ desks are—and the booking and interrogation rooms.”
Alan strides at a fast clip, not sure if he’s trying to keep up with Jim or if Jim’s hurrying after him. At this point, i
