“Good afternoon, Teague,” Chief Davis said before apparently realizing Teague wasn’t alone. “What are you doing here?” he asked Hoyt, worry shading his words and his expression.
“I work here?” Hoyt replied with a brief smile. He walked slowly to the nearest chair and sat with obvious relief.
“Why aren’t you at the hospital, or home in bed, or…something?”
“Because Teague told me Detective Slater was here and had information about Pastor Irwin.” Hoyt looked at the fourth man in the office. “That would be you, I presume. I’m Detective Hoyt Newman.”
“I figured as much,” Slater replied with chuckle. “It’s nice to meet you face-to-face. Although from the look of you, I agree with the chief. You should be home in bed.” He smiled at Teague, saying, “Good to see you again.”
“You as well,” Teag
