Chapter Twenty-Two
At precisely ten o'clock in the morning Aloha entered through the twin glass doors of the Sheriff' station to find Hanson and Elvis sitting behind Elvis' desk beside each other. They were engrossed in a conversation, but dropped into silence the moment she walked into the office.
They both glared at her, their brows wrinkled, and their hard stares bored into her as if she were a mass murderer. Aloha wondered what had gotten into them.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Aloha had brought her travel mug with her from her car. She headed to the coffee machine next to an army of green filing cabinets lining the wall to the left of the coffee station and refilled her mug. She sniffed the air. Surprisingly the coffee smelled fresh. Most days it reminded her of old burnt tar.
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