We parked outside the police station. The last place I thought I'd ever be. I felt like a wreck. The scenarios of what could happen were going through my head making me shake with nervous energy.
“Don’t look so wretched.” Colter eyed me. “Play it cool.”
Play it cool. Easy for him to say. I got out of the pickup and managed to get it together, I thought about how I dealt with nerves before a big track competition. I was different and it didn’t matter, I would win. It was better to stay calm and take in every detail. I looked up at the sign in red lettering: Delta’s Police Department.
The place had long windows in the front. We walked in together. I was glad Colter was here. It made me feel like I was a kid. Who'd gotten into trouble and was here with an adult so she could apologize. I wasn’t a kid anymore, this was bigger than a minor offence. There was murder in the air and I somehow was involved. Which no one knew about yet. So I had nothing to worry about. I was wrong. I'm wrong about a lot of things.
We found ourselves in the detective’s office. It wasn’t at all fancy, it was just a side room where they had stuffed him along with a bunch of boxes. But if I remembered correctly he was a private detective so this was just an office. And he was just using it, he most likely had demanded for one and they gave in, giving him some old storage office. His name was Holstrum. Last name anyway. He sat down looking at us. I noticed he looked tired. I hoped he didn’t see through my disguise as he had a picture of me on the table. It was a little old. I was glad the leather jacket in the picture was not the same one I was wearing. I wore that one a lot. My clothing choice didn’t change much.
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