Chapter Thirty-SevenIt was mid-November. The leaves were falling in abundance from trees throughout Massachusetts, creating a riotous carpet of red, yellow and brown wherever Clare walked. The Worcester Police Department building loomed above, traffic roaring up the highway behind her. Clare dithered around the outside of the pitted concrete behemoth, hesitant to go in. It appeared the chief had taken her thoughts about Harley's office to heart, vast areas of the floor appeared to have been demolished under a warren of tarpaulin-covered scaffolding. Six weeks out had certainly seen a lot of changes to Clare as well as those around her.
A radiant blonde descended the steps to greet her. Clad in a new and rather snug-fitting skirt and jacket, Tina Svinsky stopped a couple of meters away fro
