Chapter 33
After taking the motel clerk’s statement, Brosterhouse drove back to the police station. It looked deserted. He made his way to Captain Anderson’s office. He was surprised to find the old man was still there.
The door was open, but Brosterhouse knocked on the frame anyway before going in. “What’s going on?”
The captain jumped at the sound of Brosterhouse’s deep voice. He’d been staring into space. “Wow, you surprised me,” he said. He shook his head tiredly. “There was a stabbing out at a homeless camp. We don’t have that many murders around here and it brought out every cop on duty.” He checked his watch briskly, as if to say, “This better be important.”
“What can I do for you, detective?”
When Brosterhouse detailed what he’d found, Anderson didn’t seem very surprised. “It’
