NORA
The day after Nora talked to Ty Huang, she went to the police station. She wasn’t going to meet Mason at the Whiskey again. This time she wanted fluorescent lights and a conference table, not Coors and memories of s*x on Chimney Rock.
She hadn’t been to the station since her divorce, but Marian, the clerk, greeted her as though Nora had been there the week before. ‘Hey, Nora. You looking for Mason?’
‘Is he here?’
‘He’s finishing something up. You want to wait?’
Nora sat on the long wooden bench opposite Marian’s window, and after five minutes Mason walked out with a woman in jeans and knockoff UGGs. He told her to have a seat, then looked at Nora.
‘I need to talk to you,’ Nora said. ‘About the same thing as before.’
Mason was wearing his uniform, which looked as good on him as
