Chapter Twelve
As they rumbled down the gravel driveway that led to Booker Hall, Laurie, who had been mostly silent throughout the trip, said, “I still don’t understand why we have to come here instead of going to the Lattingdon police headquarters.”
Alex shrugged, “It’s just as much of a mystery to me. All I know is what the police told me. Look, they’re here already.” Sure enough, a blue and white cruiser was parked in front of the sandstone mansion and a uniformed officer was waiting on the portico.
They climbed the steps and Alex gave Laurie a reassuring squeeze on the arm. “I’m sure it’s going to be alright.”
Seeing the policeman’s name badge, Alex said, “Sergeant Roscoe, I’m Alex Mundy.”
They shook hands and Alex turned to Laurie. “And this is… “
“Laurie Bass,” Roscoe finishe
