Chapter 43
Paisley knew the moment she laid eyes on Detective Joel Fisher that today was not going in her favor.
"You don't have good news."
Detective Fisher opened his mouth as if to protest, then spread his hands with an apologetic wince. "There's no way to trace the package."
She'd known that when she'd contacted him, having learned more than the average bear at the citizen's police academy she'd attended for book research eight months ago. Real life police departments didn't have the kind of forensic miracles so often shown on TV. But she hadn't known what else to do when she'd found the package waiting on her front porch.
"What do we do? It's escalating."
"Each contact has been non-threatening," he pointed out. "No actual laws have been broken."