24 KentKent led the way into the low-slung building that housed his unit at Washington State Patrol District Four headquarters.
Both he and Trooper Andrea Clark were in uniform and their sturdy footwear slapped the well-waxed vinyl flooring at the same time. Helped that her stride was as long as his. Gave him a thrill that they sounded like well-drilled soldiers on the march. Still, he was planning to review some old routines with his new trooper.
He halted at the door into the Spokane satellite office of WSP’s special investigations unit. The scent of special blend coffee reached his nostrils. He caught a whiff of hazelnut—of his favorite filberts—and knew an impromptu celebration was brewing on the other side of that door.
He’d called an hour earlier from the Spokane Valley Sheriff’s
