Chapter 7
Since Paul wasn’t on official business, he didn’t bother going to the Anchorage State Patrol office or the Anchorage Police Department. Instead, he called old friends to gossip, to get coffee, to meet at a well-known cop bar for drinks at shift change around 3 p.m.
In Talkeetna, he was isolated from the cutthroat politics of law enforcement found in the big city. It was why he’d accepted the lieutenant position there. Who knew when he would have gotten a promotion here? It suited him out there. Captain Wyckoff ran a tight ship, but he stood by his men. Exhibit A? Coming to Paul’s rescue in Sitka last spring. Paul would always owe him for that.
The cop bar was an easy place to hang out, not far from the Anchorage police station. An old bar, the Tipsy Moose didn’t advertise. It
