Chapter 26
THE VACANT, linoleum-tiled halls of the Frayville police station echoed with the dozen years I’d tromped up and down them. Eric had pulled the main breaker on our first visit two weeks ago, making the only illumination the dim amber emergency lights every few yards mingled with sunlight reflected through the one-way glass of the windows. I’d hoped that would soften some of the memories, but the change in lighting only emphasized different aspects of the abandoned precinct. I’d missed the pocks in the walls last time, but in this light they clearly stood out as scattered bullet holes. Experienced officers had resorted to panic fire. It hadn’t helped. A broken fluorescent light dangled wires and ballast from a shattered fixture. The last time through, I’d looked behind the recept
