13 Andrea ClarkWashington State Trooper Sergeant Andrea Clark’s hazel eyes flicked to the bottom right corner of the 20-inch-wide flat screen computer monitor in front of her.
The digital time read ten fifty-nine.
As a former actress and an amateur softball star, she was tuned in to her body.
After one hour with her knees sandwiched between the double pedestals of her gray metal desk, she couldn’t ignore the ache in her back.
The predictable summons was as reliable as setting a phone reminder to ring at sixty minute intervals.
She moved the cursor to cover the time and clicked.
A thumbnail picture of an old-fashioned wall clock appeared. The second hand ticked from number three to number four.
Pushing the mouse aside, Andrea bent at the waist, untied her shoelaces, and slipped off h
