A moment later, the two detectives left the room, leaving him alone at the desk. It was only then that he grabbed the name plate on the desk, curious to see what it said, though at the back of his mind, he already knew, as impossible as it seemed. But it would explain why those two detectives were treating him like a colleague instead of a hardened criminal.
Turning the name plate around, he saw - CHIEF BRICK HARRISON. His eyes went wide. He was the chief of police! He didn't know how this was happening, or why, but he suddenly realized that he could use this to his advantage. If the cops around here thought he was their boss, then he could use police resources to find out who really killed his family.
Brick paused. He'd seen some cop shows on TV...read some books. He hurried to catch up with the two detectives. "He says he's innocent, doesn't he?"
"They all say they're innocent," the young detective commented.
"But, if I...he's looking to find something...Pull all the files on the case...I want you to reinvestigate every lead...umm...anything he might be looking for."
"...in case we find someone he might go after...Good idea, Chief."
"That's why I'm the boss," he said, heading back to the desk to do some snooping of his own.
Outside the door, the two detectives passed an officer bringing two hookers up from holding.
