“What’s going on? We need to check this out.” I said. “Suzanne, I’m not the police chief anymore, remember? What if someone’s still inside?” “Then you’ll handle them,” I said. “I appreciate your vote of confidence, but we’re still calling the chief.” Jake took out his phone and called Chief Grant. “Bishop here. We’re at Teresa Logan’s office, and it looks as though someone has just broken in.” After a moment of conversation from the other end, Jake hung up. “He’s on his way.” The chief was as good as his word, because thirty seconds later, we saw a patrol car screaming up the road toward us. “I guess he was close by,” Jake said with a grin. Chief Grant got out of the cruiser and drew his gun. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.” “Do you want some backup?” Jake offered. “Are you armed?”
