Sunday, October 27, 1985

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1985

I was supposed to be off today, but I woke up early anyway. It was chilly outside and the sky was clear. I picked up the two copies of the Press Citizen that lay on the sidewalk, carried one of them back to Mrs. Walshan’s door on the ground floor and tossed the other one into the passenger seat of my car before pulling out into the street. I reached for the radio to check in with Dispatch, but then thought better of it. The night we found Boyd, the chief had told me to leave my radio off so none of the busybodies with scanners would butt in. News of the case was no secret anymore, but I had a feeling there were more people listening in for any tidbits and I knew the chief didn’t want to broadcast how little progress had been made.

I drove out to the Doughnut Land and picked up a dozen assorted and took them into the station. “Any news?” I asked Sandy.

Her eyes answered first. “Sorry,” she said.

“Well, I brought doughnuts anyway.”

I opened the box to let he