“Tal could not be dead! “I just saw him this morning,” he’d protested stupidly to big Sergeant Hines, a line from a million B movies. But he couldn’t accept it. He’d taken one look at that lump of gray tweed and turned away. Couldn’t be zesty little Tal. Tal had been like a father, no, more like a playful uncle, from the time Charlie had first joined the department. He couldn’t be dead. This was a nightmare. A horror flick. Not real. But the cops were real enough. There were gray-shirted men from the Campus Security Office, and solid fellows in navy uniforms from the Laconia city police. And there were plainclothes detectives moving through the little crowd. Sergeant Hines was in charge, a big black man with a light blue summer blazer stretched across his muscular shoulders. As Reggie Hines he’d been a running back for Syracuse, Charlie remembered someone saying. A smart player, not quite good enough for the pro leagues but graduating with a good record and working his way up through t...he Laconia police steadily.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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