Chapter Eight
Chief
“…and that concludes my briefing,” I said, walking back to the lectern and looking out at the assemblage of cops, reporters, city officials, and state representatives. Brandy handed me a glass of water, and then retreated behind my back. She reminded me of a medieval lady-in-waiting, quiet and unassuming, but always there.
“Chief,” spoke up a red-haired reporter in a badly-cut brown suit, “are you certain that there is no pattern to Blink’s burglaries?”
“As I said, there has been no pattern beyond an all-too-apparent hunger for cash. In many instances he has bypassed jewelry boxes and instead stolen large amounts of money when the jewels could have afforded him a greater payout. From this we have determined that he is not a jewel thief, or doesn’t have a way to dis
