Kyla's cell phone rang twice before the connection was lost, which was more tormenting to Chief McCarthy than if it hadn't rung at all. The aborted call increased his frustration, which was already strained to the breaking point.
The anteroom of the Glasgow Creek police precinct was more crowded than he remembered it being since he was hired as chief. The feebs were there.
Agent Matthew was solemn as he introduced Albert to Hope March's parents. They'd come to file a missing person report for their teenage daughter, Hope. Mrs. March, the town's biggest supplier of coffee beans looked scrawnier today than she had this morning when she came knocking at McCarthy's door.
