CHAPTER EIGHT
The Belton police station reminded her far too much of the station she had spent so much time in during her time as an officer and detective in southern Nebraska before the bureau had come calling. It was smaller but seemed to have that same sort of suffocating feel to it. It was literally like taking one big step back into her past.
After being buzzed through into the main area by a woman at a check-in kiosk, Mackenzie walked to a small room in the back of the building. A placard by the side of the door read RECORDS. It was almost appalling how lackadaisical the process was. She had shown her badge to the woman at the front kiosk. She made a call, got clearance, and then buzzed her through.
And that was it. On her way to the records room, two officers walking the hallways
