—3—Arrays and Indexes on a Criminal’s Farm
Frank swore aloud when he saw the police horse tied outside Crannock’s house. Since the captain had gone so far as to hire Frank in person, he hadn’t expected to run into any officers. If the captain didn’t trust his officers, either they were under suspicion—so he’d shuffle them to some case far across the city—or they simply weren’t good enough. But, from the looks of it, someone was on the case and Frank was already behind.
He slid through the open front door and joined the officer and Mr. Crannock in the foyer. Mr. Crannock shot him a disgusted look but didn’t seem surprised to see him. The officer, however, seemed caught off guard.
“Who are you?” she demanded, turning on him with parchment and quill ...