Chapter Eight
Through her contact at TPD, now known as Detective Jeremiah “Jere” Vargas, Leah was able to work her magic, enabling me to have a brief conversation with Charlie the following morning. Whether Charlie would see me or not was an entirely different story, one that I would tackle later. Leah’d had her fill of police hospitality and quickly opted-out of this excursion. Someone had to stay behind and keep the surly Alaskan Malamute company, she insisted, leaving me to wonder which of us had actually drawn the shorter straw.
When I arrived at the police station the next morning, Vargas was nowhere to be found, but had made arrangements with the desk sergeant on duty, a wiry woman in her late 40s with an iron handshake and expression that revealed nothing.
“Detective Vargas said
