Loose Threads Mystery 04-Quilt by Association by Arlene Sachitano

Author:Arlene Sachitano [Sachitano, Arlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Needlecraft Mysteries
ISBN: 9781936144181
Google: EeSdYgEACAAJ
Amazon: 1936144182
Publisher: Zumaya Enigma
Published: 2010-12-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Harriet parked on a side street half a block from the police station. You could no longer park directly in front of the station, as those spots had been turned into an elaborate planter system that was in reality a concrete buffer to protect the station in the event terrorists arrived in Foggy Point and decided to storm the FPPD.

Aunt Beth just shook her head as they threaded past the floral displays.

"You never know,” Harriet told her. “Foggy Point could become a target."

"I'm sure you're right,” Aunt Beth said with just a touch of sarcasm. “There's a real possibility terrorists would bypass the Trident nuclear submarine base in Bremerton and come on into Foggy Point."

"It could happen,” Harriet said and laughed.

They reached the door, and Harriet held it for her aunt. The room they entered was beige, from the worn linoleum underfoot to the plastic ceiling tiles. The chairs had to have been there since the nineteen-fifties and belonged in a museum, not a working police station, but things were slow to change in Foggy Point.

Harriet heard him before she saw him.

"You tell the de—tec—tive I want to know what he's doing about my wife,” Rodney Miller said, emphasizing each syllable of the word. “Someone killed her, and she needs justice. No one cares, but she needs justice.” He banged his fist on the bulletproof glass that separated him from the receptionist. “She was my wife,” he said and started crying.

"Can I help you?” the receptionist called to Aunt Beth.

"I need help,” Rodney shouted. “Why ain't you helping me?"

"I came to see Detective Morse,” Aunt Beth said in a firm voice.

"What do you need a detective for?” Rodney said to her. “She supposed to be finding out who killed Neelie."

Detective Morse started to come through a door into the waiting area, but Rodney lunged for her, and she quickly closed the door and went back into the part of the reception area behind the glass. A moment later, two patrol officers came in the front doors. Harriet recognized Officer Jason Nguyen from previous encounters, but she'd never seen the second officer, a muscular young man with a military-style crewcut.

The two men flanked Rodney, grasping his arms. Rodney countered by slithering out of his leather jacket in an attempt to escape. The two officers were ready for the move and grasped his now-bare wrists, quickly pulling them behind him and applying handcuffs.

"Calm down, Mr. Miller,” Officer Nguyen said in a firm voice. “I know you're upset about your wife, but this isn't helping."

"No one will tell me anything. An’ they ain't doing anything. Neelie's dead. Dead!"

"That's not true,” Nguyen assured him. “The detectives are following several leads, and the lab is processing evidence, but until they get some results, there's nothing to tell. That doesn't mean they aren't doing anything."

Harriet wanted to know what they were doing, too, but it didn't seem like the time to ask.

"If you don't stop coming in here and screaming at our receptionist, we're going to have to put you in a cell and charge you with disorderly conduct.

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