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The Sausalito Police Department was located in a red-brick, two-story building a few blocks inland from San Francisco Bay and the tourist shops and restaurants.
Rebecca showed her badge at the front desk and explained that she was there as a friend of the murder victim, not an SFPD Homicide Inspector. Still, the eyes of the elderly officer at the desk narrowed as if he saw her putting her nose where it didn’t belong.
He led her and Richie upstairs to a large, airy room with new-looking desks, and pointed towards a slightly built Chinese-American, who appeared to be in his forties. His desk was beside a window with a view of the waterfront. He stood as Rebecca and Richie walked towards him.
They introduced themselves, then sat on the opposite side of his desk. The desk was remarkably
