Inquiring on the street Brandy and Ray collected a good many smiles, a few grunts, several blank looks and, eventually, directions to the police station located on a poorly lit side street. With the sun already gone the building was almost invisible. Orange slits stole out beneath drawn blinds in windows twinning the entrance. A frosted globe layered with dead bugs glowed from the stoop ceiling beside a sign reading: Gendarmerie Départementale. Little about the place inspired confidence.
Gendarmerie Départementale“Are you ready?”
Looking as faded as the building, Ray shook his head sullenly. “I hate cops.”
“Think of the novelty,” Brandy said, leading him up the steps. “How often do you go into a police station through the front door?”
They"d barely cleared the threshold when both were
