CHAPTER 6Saturday morning, after an early start, the drive to Amberville was reasonably pleasant. It was mostly open highway, along the coast, and with a bit of a lead foot on the accelerator, he did the 185 miles in less than three hours.
Department policy mandated checking in with the local law enforcement as a courtesy, and the first thing Frank did was to search out the Amberville police.
As luck would have it, when he arrived at the reception desk he was informed that the Chief of Police herself was in the station, and he was ushered into her office. Wilma Acosta was a heavy-set woman in perhaps her mid-forties who rose from her desk to greet Frank affably. He introduced himself and showed his badge and identification, which she inspected carefully and handed back.
“How may I help
