Chapter 20Ten minutes later, Zofia parked outside the Gladstone Police Department, mounted the few steps and breezed through the front glass door. She nearly careened into a patrolman as he was trudging out.
“Morning, Mrs. Grandier, may I help you?” he asked amicably. It was Sergeant Williams from the night at the Tuestad's.
“Yes—uh—I need to—”
“Zofia! Over here.” Richard's voice boomed from the vicinity of the front desk. Granite-jawed, Sergeant Richard Keys stood behind a large desk where a blonde receptionist in a light blue police uniform sat staring at a computer screen.
Zofia stepped through the foyer and into the office. Richard wore an expression that she'd never seen before: Unsmiling and intense. He would always smile whenever their eyes met. Not today. Well, what did she exp
