Chapter 46I’ve got other pressing issues on my mind when I reach my fellow officers.
A local TV crew parks by the side of the road, and a male reporter and his college-aged cameraman, a geek with oversized glasses and a homemade tattoo in the shape of a horseshoe, stand around talking.
The ensuing chaos and the arrival of the mayor draw a large crowd. The motel manager, a slim, balding forty-year-old man stands next to the side of the rundown motel, talking with one of the officers. He looks like I feel: shaken, troubled, lost.
My cell phone bings as I approach Officer Wallace and Officer Givens, both of them staring at me, at a loss for words. They look as perplexed and exhausted as the motel manager. I walk by them toward Officer Keller, talking with a young couple outside the motel’s
