CHAPTER 12Detective Daniel Bohannon had enough trouble navigating his broad frame through the cluttered maze of desks that made up the detective division of the Portland Police Bureau without a cast and crutches. Instead of taking the longer, clearer path along the walls of the room, he had tried to cut through the center and ended up knocking over a stack of files. He was having trouble picking them up while holding his crutches and maintaining balance.
“Bo! What are you doing out there?” Lieutenant Mike Simmons yelled from his glass-enclosed office twenty feet away. “Get in here.”
“Coming,” Bohannon said, dropping a pile of papers on the desk, half of which slipped back to the floor when he turned to hobble over to the lieutenant’s office.
“Shut the door,” Simmons said, pointing to a
