Building fluorescents, billboard signs, and the stream of traffic put Wells into a focused string of connected thoughts, the foremost being relief that Julie and her girlfriend were taking action on the boy who had sexually assaulted them, with charges already booked against him. He trusted Offic...
He hit the buzzer. A man at the window he knew by the name of Rick Lemans inspected his badge and opened the door. “Detective Wells? Still tickin’ are ya?” he said with a mocking grin. He looked just as foul as he always did, Wells noted, sporting a handlebar mustache on a...