Chapter 7
“Officer Carlan.” Brosterhouse’s voice boomed across the lobby. He accentuated “Officer” as if to emphasize the distinction between a homicide detective and a lowly patrolman. Obviously, the Portland detective had uncovered the restraining order. “You left Bend at six a.m.?”
“Check with my sergeant,” Carlan said. “But yeah.”
Brosterhouse was carrying a manila folder, and now, as they stood in the lobby with everyone looking on, he opened it. It was filled with copies of paperwork from the ongoing dispute between Carlan and Jamie.
“Can’t we take this somewhere private?” Carlan asked, his voice low and even.
Brosterhouse ignored him; he pulled one of the pages out of the file. “These letters make for interesting reading. Especially this one—and I quote: ‘If I should be found d
