During the first part of the trip north, Deputy LaMont Trask stayed focused on the road, navigating the turns and exits to cross Ocean Boulevard, navigate Highway 710 and merge onto Highway 405. After the freeway crossed into the valley he turned his attention to his passenger.
“So do you like being a detective, sir?”
That one stumped Rhys for a moment. Certainly he’d been aiming toward the detective squad ever since community college, and being able to remain on the Catalina force after qualifying as a detective had been satisfying. His first case, a stolen luxury golf cart, had been almost too easy to solve, and he’d untangled the mysterious disappearance of nearly a hundred expensive shrubs whose trail led him to a little old lady who uprooted plants and took them home whenever she th
