Officer Lathum met him half way to the car and lifted a bushy gray brow.
Lathum walked beside him to their patrol car and picked up a tablet.
Lathum scribbled on the pad, confirming as he wrote.
Lathum returned his attention to the tablet and snorted.
Lathum glanced up sharply, his expression unreadable.
Lathum interrupted his thoughts.
Lathum dismissed the subject with a shrug.
Lathum eyed him with poorly veiled amusement.
One thing about Lathum, he had an uncanny way of being right about people.
Maybe Lathum had a point.
Lathum waved a hand in dismissal, his mind already firmly entrenched in another project.
Being around Lathum had opened his eyes to the number of people who deceive and are deceived.
I went to Lathum and told him what I had.