Past Tense
“She pulled up in front of a cluster of new-looking, rectangular brick buildings. Town hall, library, police station, public works, firehouse, all lined up next to each together, directly across the village green from Charlotte Matley’s office.
I parked my car, got out, and waited for Valerie to come over.
“You want to cuff me, bring me in?” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. This way.”
She led me into the police station, past the front desk where a woman in civilian clothes said hello to her, and down a short corridor. She stopped at a door, peeked in through the glass, then opened it and held it for me.
I stepped in. Detective Vanderweigh and his partner, a young, blond guy—I’d met him in Brewster, but I couldn’t recall his name—were sitting beside each other in leather chairs at a long oak conference table. They appeared to be studying the documents that were stacked in front of them.
Vanderweigh looked up over the tops of his reading glasses, smiled quickly, put the palms of bo...th his hands on the tabletop, and pushed himself halfway into a standing position.MoreLess
I parked my car, got out, and waited for Valerie to come over.
“You want to cuff me, bring me in?” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. This way.”
She led me into the police station, past the front desk where a woman in civilian clothes said hello to her, and down a short corridor. She stopped at a door, peeked in through the glass, then opened it and held it for me.
I stepped in. Detective Vanderweigh and his partner, a young, blond guy—I’d met him in Brewster, but I couldn’t recall his name—were sitting beside each other in leather chairs at a long oak conference table. They appeared to be studying the documents that were stacked in front of them.
Vanderweigh looked up over the tops of his reading glasses, smiled quickly, put the palms of bo...th his hands on the tabletop, and pushed himself halfway into a standing position.MoreLess
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