Chapter 18
“Hello, Danny,” Superintendent Malden says when I reach him in the middle of the gathering room.
We shake hands. Malden's fingers are ice cold and he is still wearing his outer coat. It's buttoned to the neck; his leather gloves peek out from each pocket. Maybe he won't be staying long? Good. Time for discussions can come later when we actually have something to discuss.
“How are you, sir?” Adding anything else seems premature since this is our first encounter in a social setting since I transferred. Generally, I avoid social situations where I will run into people from work, but this is different, this is work.
Malden spent the weekend at E-Division in Vancouver. I can only imagine how quickly the conversation switched to the detachment's obligation to find Warner's killer
