Chapter Four
Red trudged into the courthouse, and pushed the old wooden door of the police station open with his foot, sloshing hot coffee on himself in the process. Cursing, he grabbed a handful of tissues off his desk and dabbed at the spots. He tossed the coffee-stained tissues in the direction of the wastebasket and missed. He cursed again.
Perkins thought for a minute, eyeing Red’s coffee-stained shirt and flustered manner. Red had great perspective on the people in Bradley and good general intuition—when he wasn’t so preoccupied. He could use his help on the case. “Something going on, Red?”
Red plopped down on the old vinyl sofas in the station lobby, taking a long drag at the remainder of his coffee. “Elaine told me last night that my mother has been going around asking a lot of
