Chapter Twelve
At the precinct, night had fallen, and most of the cops had gone home. A few hardy souls stayed on board; those with no families or those trying to escape them.
I shuffled through the hallways with my prize in hand, thinking through the events of today and trying to piece it all together.
I finally reached the “office” Kinsey had kindly allocated me. As I pushed the door open, I almost laughed. A few shafts of light filtered through the blinds from outside, dimly illuminating the space. It was little more than a large storage closet complete with stacks of boxes and old file cabinets. A dumping ground for all the junk the other cops wanted off their desks during the move to the new building.
Still, it had a desk, an old computer, and a window, so it would do. It’s not as
