He fished his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, trying to control his irritation. “Hello?
“Yes, this is Dashiell Aldridge, who’s this?” Dashiell listened for a moment and then looked up at Regina, his eyebrows raised in surprise. She looked at him questioningly in response.
“Hello Mr. Scofield. How can I help you?”
Regina mouthed “Mr. Scofield”? Dashiell nodded in response. “Yes, I’ve spoken with Mr. Watson….No, none of the suspects have panned out so far, sir.” He looked down at his watch. “Yes, sir. I can be there in half an hour. Do you mind if I bring my partner?” He paused. “Detective Regina Robins, Metro PD…..Very well, sir. We’ll be there soon.”
He closed the phone and returned it to his pocket. “What was that about?” Regina asked.
“That was Peter Scofield, the elder son. He told me he’s got some information that might be helpful. He didn’t want to say what it was over the phone, so he invited us over to his office.”
“And you told him we’d be there in half an hour? Dash, it’s rush hour. And his office is back downtown.”
Dashiell smiled. “Relax, Regina. Most of the traffic is heading out, it being so close to the end of the day. And his office is down on K. We could walk there in less time.”
“Not in this heat, Dash.” She shook her head, the hint of a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
He chuckled. “Of course not. But let’s go. His office is on 17th and K. Finding parking won’t be easy.”
Dashiell slid into the passenger seat as Regina got behind the wheel. She pulled out into traffic and headed back downtown.
“So what do you think he has to tell us, Dash?”
“I have no idea. But hopefully it’ll be a motive. If we can figure out why Mrs. Scofield was killed, we might be able to figure out who did it.”
Regina nodded. They sat in silence for the rest of the ride. The tension of their fight had been broken, but it still hung in the air. Dashiell wondered what would have happened if his phone hadn’t rang when it did. He didn’t like fighting with Regina. She was his best friend and the only person he spent a considerable amount of time with.
She pulled into a garage near the corner of 18th and K. She flashed her badge at the attendant and he waved her in. She grabbed a spot on the topmost level.
Dashiell exited the car and walked with Regina back up the ramp. They entered the glass doors of the building into a massive lobby and approached the reception desk.
“Dashiell Aldridge to see Peter Scofield.” The guard handed over a roster, and Dashiell and Regina signed in. He then walked them over to an elevator, pulling out a Kastle Key. He pressed the up button and when the golden doors opened, he leaned in, flashed the key over a sensor and pressed the button for the 8th floor. He headed back to his desk as the doors closed.
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