Deadly Drafts - CH 38

SUDDENLY ALEXIS 

 

Alex swung her Camry into the police station lot. The setting sun (damn clock change) froze like sherbet atop the horizon. She pulled into the spot, 'Reserved for Sgt. Det. Alex Dalkowski' and killed the engine. Her hands tingled. Her breath struggled up through her mouth. She looked to the bagged evidence in her lap. The familiar green book. The empty plastic bags. Little baggies of a metallic residue. Behind the station's green door sat a 50-50 chance at handcuffs. 

Hardcastle had said he trusted her. That didn't necessarily mean he believed her. 

Bedlam raged inside. It reminded Alex of the time her cousin had poured gasoline into an anthill. Police officers jogged to and fro. Every phone rang. The receptionist looked as if she'd jammed her pinky into an ungrounded outlet. Her blonde hair flew away in pipe-cleaner bends, cat-eye glasses yawing hard left. Her telephone buzzed a constant F#, its bank of lights flashing. To compound her problems, officers approached every twenty seconds to deposit pages and depart. Kafka's worst nightmares seemed tame by comparison.