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graduation. I
unlocked the door and hopped in behind the wheel. It started up
quickly, thank God (I’d been having trouble with the battery) and I
threw it into first gear and sped out of the driveway.
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Arville is a fairly small town on the
northern outskirts of Baltimore. It functions more as a bedroom
community for the big city so the crime rate isn’t nearly as bad
here as it is further to the south.
    Arville’s police department lies right
in the center of town. It’s a newer brick building with a
reflective glass front.
    When I pulled into a parking space, I
saw uniformed people everywhere. Some were standing and talking on
the steps, a few were milling around in the lot, one or two were
coming and going from the building. I saw only two others dressed
in street clothes and they were coming out of the building not
going in. For some reason, that made me very nervous.
    When I cut the engine off, I wiped my
sweaty palms on my jeans and tried to calm the anxiety that was
twisting my stomach into knots.
    Though there was absolutely no reason
anyone should pay me a bit of attention, I felt like all eyes were
trained on me as soon as I exited the vehicle. Self consciously, I
tugged at the hem of my shirt to straighten it then smoothed the
hair away from my face, making sure that all my curls were still
tucked firmly beneath the clip at my nape.
    I’d thought the intimidation factor of
the exterior of the building was off the charts; little did I know
that the interior was exponentially greater. As soon as I walked
through the door, the cop behind the desk to my left asked me if he
could help me. That should’ve made me feel better, but he was
sitting behind a floor-to-ceiling sheet of what I suspected was
bullet proof glass. I was too busy being overwhelmed to answer, so
I said nothing. I just smiled like an idiot and continued to take
in my surroundings.
    To my right was another wall of glass,
behind which was some kind of collective office space for the cops.
There were plenty of uniforms in there, too, but most of those guys
seemed to be in plain clothes.
    Some were sitting behind their desks
shuffling papers and typing on the computer. A few were on the
phone, which apparently rang perpetually, as evidenced by the
near-constant twitter I heard. The only ones that didn’t appear to
be busy were the three men that were standing in a semicircle
around the coffee pot.
    Behind them at the very back of the
room was another wall. The bottom half was covered with wainscoting
and the top half was glass. The thin stripe of closed mini blinds
gave the glass a patterned look. The large stencil on the door to
that room read CAPTAIN R.J. LEVINE.
    The scene looked just like what I
would’ve expected, just like it did in the movies, and I was
terrified. What if they tried to lock me up for being crazy? What
if they mistook my attempts to help as some sort of intimate
knowledge and tried to charge me with a crime? Or what if they
thought I was playing a prank and I got into some kind of trouble
for that? I couldn’t go through life branded a criminal.
    I jumped when the cop behind
me spoke again. He shouted Hey! I thought it was a bit loud, but I guessed he’d
been trying to get my attention and I hadn’t responded.
    Wiping my palms on my jeans again, I
walked to the counter and smiled up at him. His desk sat atop a
dais behind the glass.
    He was probably well into
his fifties and had thinning salt-and-pepper hair. His uniform
lacked the tie I’d seen most of the other cops wearing and the
first button of his shirt was undone, revealing a triangle of his
white undershirt. His ruddy, bumpy complexion would’ve made him
look mean even if the frown he was wearing hadn’t. His sharp brown
eyes were narrowed on me and Go
away! was rolling off him in thick
waves.
    My tongue was so dry it felt like it
was stuck to the roof of my mouth, but I cleared my throat and
began as coolly as I could manage. “Excuse me,