Fortunately, she did not set off any alarms, and her bag was handed back to her with a brief order to direct her question to the sergeant on duty. Nina had not been in the police station since the days following her mother’s murder, and it was clear that in the ensuing years the town of Hoffman had spared no expense in outfitting the police department for the security demands of the new century. Nina approached the sergeant’s desk and waited while the sergeant spoke to someone on his headset about a prisoner transfer. As she looked around the police station, once so familiar to her, she thought about her meeting the night before with Andre Quinteros. Part of her was angry at her father for not telling her about his depression. Another part kept mulling over what Andre had said about him. That he was not suicidal. Not at all. That seemed to validate her own impressions, but still, she had been so shaken by Andre’s information that she could hardly sleep all night.
