Chapter TenAnother restless night and Clare was back in the precinct. The events of the weekend had conspired to make her forget that she had a fixed and ultimately futile interview only three days before. While she expected the lewd references and chauvinistic putdowns just out of earshot, this time she was on a mission.
The labyrinthine hallways of Worcester Police Department were uncharacteristically clogged with refuse, fallen bulletins lying like leaf litter on yesterday's forest floor. Discarded plastic coffee cups and stirrers in nooks instead of bins, the stale liquid within full of congealed creamer. She gulped her water instead. It was not that people couldn't move about, but having been used to a certain level of disarray in her place of work, Clare was surprised the standard h
