Chapter 14

What passed as the conference room at the Denver Police Department was about the only space that everyone in the building loved. It was a really large and tastefully decorated hall with white walls, a grey ceiling, glass floor, and a large wooden table that was polished up to give it a superb sheen. Around the table were eight chairs lined on the left and an identical eight on the right.

A large projector was at the center wall, with two whiteboards on either side of it. A water dispenser stood by the left corner, a printer, paper shredder, and coffee maker at the right. On the table were two folders, a cup of coffee that looked over-creamed, and an ashtray that looked a little cold, like it had been left there the day before. Smith was certain the man was not a heavy smoker. Even if he couldn’t be certain if he’d smoked or not, he was sure Martin wouldn’t bring it to the office, certainly not to the briefing room.

Martin was seated at the head of the table, his foot on