CHAPTER NINE
Glancing around as Roth parked outside the Fairfield police precinct building, Stella was reminded again that this was a wealthy and upmarket part of the world. She thought the quaint, well-kept building, with its symmetrical frontage, Georgian architecture, and manicured planters outside, looked surprisingly pretty and welcoming.
Inside was more traditional, with the impersonal bustle that she expected to see. A short line of people were waiting at the help desk. Wooden benches lined the walls, while the area beyond was glassed off.
Roth walked to a side door, which the desk sergeant buzzed open as he reached it. He pushed it open and headed down a long corridor lined with doors. She heard the click of computer keys, the rustle of paper, the incessant crackle of walkie-tal
