Bone Digger Chapter 9
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Chapter nine, Jessica pulled up the address for the Tulsa Police Department on her cell and entered it into the GPS 600 Civic Center. She said it should only be a few blocks from here. The female voice on the GPS began giving directions, which took less than five minutes before we were sitting outside the station. Do you think they'll tell us anything, Jessica asked? Not likely. I replied, but leave no stone unturned. Someone once said to see what crawls out. Jessica said, smilingly exactly. I said, opening the car door. It was beginning to rain as we made our way hand in hand up the steps of the police station just inside the main doors. We passed through a metal detector where a guard was posted after reclaiming our keys, pocket chains and cell phones. I asked the guard on duty where the police chief's office was located. He directed us to the second floor down the hallway to the left and the last door on the right, the frosted glass of the door read Chief Raymond Ortiz. I tapped at the glass and gently opened the door. A woman sitting behind a desk looked up from her Vogue magazine and said, may I help you? I was wondering if we might speak to the chief if he's in? I said putting on my best smile. Do you have an appointment? She asked? No, I'm sorry, we don't. I said we are from out of town and wish to speak to the chief about a murder. Oh, dear. The woman said you want to report a murder. No, I replied, it's about a murder that happened some time ago. Then I added 14 years ago to be exact. The woman frowned and said, please have a seat. I'll see if the chief is in. As we were sitting down. Jessica smiled and whispered. Do you think she doesn't know if he's in or not? The woman disappeared behind another door, closing it behind her and soon returned saying the chief would be with us shortly after about 10 minutes. We were allowed to go into the chief's office. Chief Ortiz, a man of about 50 ruddy complexion graying at the temples. Rose to shake hands as we entered. Mabel tells me you have information on a cold case. He said, indicating for us to take a seat. Not exactly. I said as soon as we sat down, we were hoping to get some information on a cold case. Chief Ortiz frowned much the same way Mabel had frowned. I'm afraid I don't understand. He said you're looking for information on a case that happened 14 years ago. That's right. I said, I don't know if you were here or not, but it's a T U student who was murdered on December 4th 1998. Her name was Hannah Maguire. The killer was never caught. I searched the chief's face for any sign of recognition and although one could say he had a perfect poker face, I caught the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Chief Ortiz turned to his desktop computer and began typing. The monitor was facing away from Jessica and myself so he couldn't see it, but his face turned a shade paler after a moment or two before he turned back to us. I'm sorry, he said, but I couldn't comment on an open investigation open. I said after all these years, it's still open. Well, as you said, the killer was never caught. So, yes, I'm saying it's still open. Something in his voice had changed. He was guarded carefully watching each word he spoke. So now if you'll excuse me, he said I have a lot of work to do. He buzzed Mabel to show us out. Well, that went worse than I expected. Jessica said as we were descending the steps outside the building. I'm not surprised. I replied, as we were getting back into the car, I glanced up at the second floor and saw Chief Ortiz staring out a window at us when we left the chief's office. I knew like a bad dentist. I'd hit a nerve.