David, for his part, looked harmless. Nothing about him as he crossed the threshold into the station could be called suspicious. He moved at an ordinary pace, wore an ordinary expression, and carried himself with the loose, forgettable energy of a man there on some mildly inconvenient errand.
Just another face in a building full of tired faces.
Inside, the precinct had a weary look. David let his eyes move naturally through the room and spotted Voss slumped over his desk. David knew him already, of course. Knew enough, anyway.
He stopped near one of the uniformed officers and offered a polite smile. "Hello," he said. "I'd like to see Detective Andrew Voss."
The officer barely looked up before pointing toward the desk.
David followed the gesture and gave a small nod. "Thank you." He walked over until he reached Voss's desk and stopped just short of crowding him. "Detective Andrew Voss?" David called.
