Evelyn
Outside Alan’s office at the Grimwood police station, I gave two heavy knocks on the door and waited for an answer, which came almost immediately.
"You may come in," he shouted from the other side.
When I opened the door, I came across Alan sitting behind his dark wooden desk. An unknown man was in a chair in front of him.
He had his arms crossed over his chest and seemed to be tall, considering the way his long legs occupied space under the desk. He wore social clothes, wore a polished leather shoe and had black hair meticulously combed back with gel. Everything about him indicated that he was someone who cared about his appearance and needed to make a good impression wherever he went. Probably also worked in the police department.
"Good morning," I said, unsure if I was inter
