Tuesday morning
Day seventeen
It was about eighteen miles northeast of Perrin's Point to the Treborwick Police Station where DCI Trewe worked. The drive took Jon Graham thirty minutes. The night's rained left puddles on the roadway, but the sun was bright that morning. The regional station was a square gray building that posed against a rise of land. The time had come to resolve issues. He pursed his lips and stepped through the glass front door into the dimmer interior. His eyes hadn't adjusted, but he kept walking and almost ran over Perstow, who was leaving in somewhat of a hurry. He must not have noticed Jon entering. Why was he here and not at Perrin's Point police station in his office?
"Since you are here, do you have a moment?" Jon asked.
"Of course." Perstow stood back and smoothed his shirt over his protruding front.
"Follow me then."