Death in the Primrose Hotel – Chapter 9 cont’d.

“After,” I said. “First we check in with Detective Tom Forsythe. This case is going to boil down to asking a lot of questions from a lot people and digging the facts from records and journals. It’s going to be a lot of talking and a lot of grunt work in library research,” I said.
“Ok. Let’s get this show on the road,” Vanessa said exuberantly. She jumped up and headed towards the door. Lyons and I were hard put to catch up with her. Lyons and I shook hands wishing me luck and again reminding me to be careful.
It was a pleasant drive through the Maryland countryside into central Pennsylvania. The bright sun hung high in the sky surrounded by white cottony Cumulus Clouds. The heat and humidity of summer over. The air smelled fresh, sharp and crisp, the leaves on the trees began getting ready to turn into their fall colors. It was a beautiful fall day. The kind of fall day that I associate with college football games.
We arrived at Tom Forsythe’s office a little after two that afternoon having stopped for a leisurely for lunch on the highway. He was happy to see us. The sun streaming through the window glinted off the wedding band on his left ring finger and the flash caught me in the eye. We went through the formalities of getting police badges, ID’s and concealed carry permits.
While we waited for the ID’s and concealed carries to be printed and laminated, Tom Forsythe filled us in on the progress so far.
“First of all, the mayor and I are not planning to make it known that you are investigating this case for us. Be discrete when you flash your tin but you are full fledged police officers of the town of Mossville and as such have the same policing powers as I do. Use it wisely,” Tom Forsythe warning us. I don’t think you’ll come across any crime that you would be the first responder, but in the event you do come across any life threatening situation, you are cops but be careful. For God’s sake, don’t go chasing speeders,” Tom Forsythe said with a grin.