Chapter 2
“Bremen investigate?” I echoed in utter surprise.
Why did the Bremen want to investigate? What did they know about policing on Earth? And a Tristorian was dead, not a Bremen. This time his sparse words were understandable—at least the way I interpreted them—but his reasons eluded me.
“That is not your decision. The jurisdictional issues are being looked into. In the meantime, you need to be patient. Just stay here.” I walked away taking calming breaths.
At my vehicle outside, I picked up a tote. I never knew when I would be on duty, or when I would ruin my current attire, so I always had a change of uniform available, even while on leave. I changed in the second floor women’s washroom.
We would soon be searching the washroom. Although the bowling alley had three floors, the
