6
Under Suspicion
I really didn’t know what to expect from a tribal police station. Honestly, I’d never even been in a regular police station, so I had no frame of reference beyond what I’d seen on TV or in the movies.
The San Ramon tribal police headquarters were located in a newish building on the reservation, with what looked to be up-to-date computers and phones and office furniture. The glossy surroundings surprised me a little, since I hadn’t expected anything quite so modern, not when Globe itself felt as if it was stuck somewhere back in the ’80s…and that was being charitable.
To my relief, Calvin hadn’t put me in handcuffs or anything. In fact, he’d allowed me to drive my car back to the apartment so I wouldn’t have to leave it in the parking lot at The Flatiron. I’d tried to
