18 KentChamp had hung up on him.
Kent jammed his phone into his shirt pocket.
The temperature outside his cruiser was stuck near freezing and headed for a bitter five degrees lower by nightfall. Forecasters predicted the icy spell would last for two weeks.
He’d been counting on Champ to keep him cozy.
Forget that. He pushed the heater to high, put the cruiser in gear, and drove toward the parking lot exit.
He sure as hell wasn’t calling her back. He didn’t ask for seconds when an angry female yelled at him.
His cell rang again. Champ, ready to apologize?
He pulled into an empty parking spot and glanced at the caller ID.
Teddy.
He hadn’t seen her this week.
He’d been in Olympia until Wednesday and spent yesterday in Cheney.
When he checked in at work today, she hadn’t been mannin
