Chapter Seven
For the second time that day, Mark pulled in and parked in front of the island stationhouse. He found himself really looking around, taking in the hotel and restaurant across the road, the cars on the street, and the stores. The island was now into its morning routine. Lucky jumped out, having dropped the rawhide bone on the backseat, and was quickly at the door to the office.
Nothing about his stopover at the chief’s had given him the answers he wanted to hear. Instead, it had left him with a heaviness settling over him.
He turned the knob and opened the door to see Carmen and two new faces, and he took a second to wonder what the hell was coming at him now.
“Oh, hi, Chief,” Carmen said as she jumped up from her chair.
He took in a tall, lanky young man with light hair
