6 Kent HarperWednesday morning, right in the middle of Kent’s third week of training in Olympia, and without any notice, the boss summoned Kent to his top floor office at Washington State Patrol headquarters.
Alone in the rising elevator, Kent enjoyed the hum of well-oiled machinery. He felt like humming himself. He was pretty sure he was going to like hearing what Assistant Chief Peter Needham so urgently wanted to tell him.
When Kent reached the open door to his boss’s office, he saw the man had a phone pressed to his ear. He caught sight of Kent and waved him into the visitor chair.
Swiveling to face the window, Assistant Chief Needham gave silent attention to whoever was speaking on the other end of the line. Alert, the AC’s spine didn’t touch the chair back, and the salt-and-pepper
