CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Back at headquarters, Granger completed the paperwork on the case while Bisset made the necessary phone calls. They were ensconced in his overly warm office, but on this chilly evening, Bisset did not complain about the heat.
As she replaced the receiver after her final call, there was a loud knock at the door.
Captain Palomer, the station commander, marched in, visibly smoldering with anger.
“I have just been speaking with Pierre Dubois, who is in custody here. What is happening? This is unbelievable. Please explain your actions.”
Granger exchanged a glance with Bisset, before replying politely.
“Evening, Captain. Yes, we arrested him an hour ago.”
“Without my permission?”
The captain’s face, always florid, had turned brick red with anger. He leaned on the desk,
