Before going down to the station, Brent got a travel panic alarm he used on business trips, hanging it from the knob of the kitchen door. “It won’t alert our security company, but for damned sure it’ll let us know if someone tries to break in, and hopefully scare them away before they succeed. And tomorrow we’ll get them out here to install a new alarm box.”
They met with Hardin, signed statements, and found out that Mrs. Holt was in serious but stable condition at Denver Health. As soon as the doctors deemed her ready, she would be moved to the downtown detention center. “Until then, she’s under a twenty-four-hour watch,” Hardin told them.
“Good. I hope she enjoys the amenities,” Quinn said harshly. “It’ll be the last time she’ll have them for a long time to come.”
“Mr. Holt and Watson
