Chapter Seventeen
Dallas
I shook the snow off of my jacket as I stepped into the police station. I looked ahead to find a familiar face. Patsy Johnson had been the receptionist here as long as I could remember. Her once dark hair was streaked with gray, but her blue eyes were still bright. She flashed a smile when she saw me.
“Dallas! I thought you might be in to see Howard today. He said he had a call from you. So good to see you.”
“Always good to see you, Patsy. How are you?”
“Good, good. I have three grandkids now. I bet…” She paused, her mouth twisting with a sad smile. “I’m sorry. I was about to say your mother would love for you to have grandkids, but she’s not here to see them.”
“It’s okay, Patsy. She’d have been crazy for grandkids.”
This would usually be the point when we c
