By the time they reached the patrol car, Tony’s mind had begun to clear and his panic subsided. Based on what he learned yesterday, this could just be Jackson overreacting or Jackson angling to keep him away from the university. He wouldn’t put it past the man.
“Tell me something,” Tony said. “Did Detective Jackson send for me?”
“Yes, that’s right,” the officer replied.
“So Avis arranged a pick-up. I thought only Enterprise did that.”
The patrolman either didn’t get the joke or didn’t find it funny enough to laugh.
At the station, Tony was shepherded into a second-floor conference room. It was a friendlier space than the interrogation room. Padded rolling chairs surrounded an oval-shaped table. A bureau housed carafes of coffee and ice water, in addition to the requisite donuts. It was a stark contrast to what Tony thought of when he pictured police stations: cluttered cubicles and crowded holding cells.
