The desk sergeant was comfortable, taking time to get some filing off his desk and professionally managed to ignore Salvador’s entrance. Chat, crackles, phones and squeaky floors were the soundtrack.
Nothing really happened in San Juan, bar fights, barfing and the occasional graffiti incident capped it, until this Ashlen thing. Without looking up, the desk sergeant asked if he could help.
‘Thanks,’ started Salvador. ‘I’m looking to talk to whoever’s handling the case of that missing little girl, Ashlen.’
‘Why’s that?’ said the sergeant, now taking the time to make eye contact.
‘I might have a little information for them,’ said Salvador.
Without anything further required from Salvador, the sergeant made a call.
‘Someone here about Ashlen,’ he said and waited patiently for the other en
