A soft knock on the door broke the silence in the inner office, and Chief of Police Jeff Thomas looked up from his paperwork.
“Come in,” he called out.
The plump woman entered the office with the confidence the man would need to hear what she had to say. She closed the door behind her to assure no one would overhear their conversation. Pushing her dark hair behind her ear, Dolores Whitney turned to the gray-haired man sitting behind the desk, dreading the news she had to tell him.
"Something went wrong, Boss. I don"t know what happened, but he got spooked. And then we lost him."
The man sitting behind the impressive wooden desk didn"t lose his temper, but he gripped his hands tightly together as if praying for patience before he answered her.
"Okay, Dolores, let me know what happened
