4 Kent HarperWashington State Trooper Sergeant Kent Harper spent Wednesday morning in Cheney.
He had an early meeting with a forensic scientist at the regional crime lab. Later, he sat down with the chair of the criminal justice program at Eastern Washington University to go over the outline for the short course he’d been drafted to teach winter quarter.
He kept his phone turned off.
He didn’t discover he was a wanted man until the Washington State Patrol communications officer welcomed him back to District Four headquarters.
“Day after Christmas and three women are after you,” white-haired Ursula Endreason caroled as he neared the curved reception podium. She held up a fistful of pink phone message slips. “What’ve you been up to?”
He shrugged. “Doing my job, same as you. Not our faul
