CHAPTER FIVE
This time, when they entered the Deton Police Station, the large desk at the front of the bullpen was occupied by a woman who looked like she had been planted there and had never left. She was easily sixty years of age and when she looked up at Kate, DeMarco, and Jeremy Branch, she gave a well-rehearsed smile. When she realized what was going on, though, the smile faded and she was all business.
“You the agents?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am,” DeMarco said. “Where can we park Mr. Branch here?”
“The interrogation room for right now. I’ll get the sheriff on the phone and let him know you’re here. Follow me.”
The older woman led them alongside the bullpen, down the same hallway Barnes had led them down earlier. She opened the door to the second room on the right. It looked pretty m
