easier. Some people in town knew what he looked like. At least that's the impression he got from Harley. And the old biker appeared scared to death of the big Indian. Interesting that no one connected Lilly with Maduk. Somehow those two people had kept their secret well. He definitely wanted to find out more about this Native American.
Maryann had told Sam more than most people knew and Hawkman wondered why she'd confided in his son. Possibly because she had a crush on him, and thought her story of woe might catch his interest. Or, because of Burke's death, she felt more free to tell her story. But according to Sam, she hadn't influenced him. He still didn't trust her.
This girl also piqued Hawkman's interest. Why would she want Richard to lie? Did she have something to hide? He'd look a little closer into her stories and background. But he might have to get Williams to help him out, since the schools were getting a bit finicky about releasing information on former students. He'd probably do just as well talking to some of her past instructors. They'd remember her, as rumors fly in the faculty's lounge. Sam could supply the names of her teachers.
Hawkman poured himself a cup of coffee and turned around to find Jennifer standing in front of him with a sly grin on her face. “Good morning, sexy woman.” He took her into his arms and gave her a big kiss. “What are you doing up so early? I thought you'd like to sleep in this morning."
"It's no fun in an empty bed."
"Shall we go back?"
She laughed and playfully pushed him away. “No. I've got lots to do today. And getting an early start will help. By the way, why are you up?"
"I found out some interesting things last night and want to investigate further."
Her eyes grew big. “Tell me."
He chuckled. “Later."
"Oh, Hawkman. You tease me and then make me wait."
"You'll manage to pull it all out of me eventually. But right now, I want to catch Williams in his office. So just be patient."
"That's not one of my virtues."
"I know, but I love you anyway."
She shook her head and smiled. “You're such a stinker. You always have the right answer."
Hawkman downed his coffee, gave her a hug and left the house. When he reached the police station, he parked in the visitors slot and spotted Williams’ unmarked car near the door. Good sign he's in his office, unless he'd left in a black and white.
The police station buzzed with activity. Even the part-time assistants were scurrying to and fro. Hawkman speculated the detective might not have time to see him if this indicated a sign of serious police business. When he entered William's office, he found the detective with his head bowed and signing a stack of papers.
"Pardon me, sir, do you have a minute?"
Williams glanced up and motioned him to come in. “Hey, glad to see you.” He dropped his pen and flexed his hand. “It gives me time to let my fingers rest. I swear we get more paperwork every day. We can't even scold a man for littering without having to write up a report. It's crazy."
"Guess you have to protect your butts or you'd be sued more than you are now,” Hawkman said, pulling a chair to the front of the desk.
"So what brings you here today? I'm sure it's not a social call. You could do that on the phone."
Hawkman nodded. “Any more reports come in on Burke Parker?"
"No. But I expect them this week. Why?"
"I'd like to know the names of the chemicals they find in Parker's body."
"Any special reason you're interested?"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to say just yet. What I'm really curious about is a Native American called Madukarahat, or Maduk for short. Wondered if he's ever been arrested?"
Williams scratched his head. “Name sounds familiar.” He rose out of his chair and went to the filing cabinet. After thumbing through several files, he pulled out a slim folder and carried it to his desk. “Let's see if this is the same guy. Of course, I doubt there are many people with that name.” He flipped it
Maryann had told Sam more than most people knew and Hawkman wondered why she'd confided in his son. Possibly because she had a crush on him, and thought her story of woe might catch his interest. Or, because of Burke's death, she felt more free to tell her story. But according to Sam, she hadn't influenced him. He still didn't trust her.
This girl also piqued Hawkman's interest. Why would she want Richard to lie? Did she have something to hide? He'd look a little closer into her stories and background. But he might have to get Williams to help him out, since the schools were getting a bit finicky about releasing information on former students. He'd probably do just as well talking to some of her past instructors. They'd remember her, as rumors fly in the faculty's lounge. Sam could supply the names of her teachers.
Hawkman poured himself a cup of coffee and turned around to find Jennifer standing in front of him with a sly grin on her face. “Good morning, sexy woman.” He took her into his arms and gave her a big kiss. “What are you doing up so early? I thought you'd like to sleep in this morning."
"It's no fun in an empty bed."
"Shall we go back?"
She laughed and playfully pushed him away. “No. I've got lots to do today. And getting an early start will help. By the way, why are you up?"
"I found out some interesting things last night and want to investigate further."
Her eyes grew big. “Tell me."
He chuckled. “Later."
"Oh, Hawkman. You tease me and then make me wait."
"You'll manage to pull it all out of me eventually. But right now, I want to catch Williams in his office. So just be patient."
"That's not one of my virtues."
"I know, but I love you anyway."
She shook her head and smiled. “You're such a stinker. You always have the right answer."
Hawkman downed his coffee, gave her a hug and left the house. When he reached the police station, he parked in the visitors slot and spotted Williams’ unmarked car near the door. Good sign he's in his office, unless he'd left in a black and white.
The police station buzzed with activity. Even the part-time assistants were scurrying to and fro. Hawkman speculated the detective might not have time to see him if this indicated a sign of serious police business. When he entered William's office, he found the detective with his head bowed and signing a stack of papers.
"Pardon me, sir, do you have a minute?"
Williams glanced up and motioned him to come in. “Hey, glad to see you.” He dropped his pen and flexed his hand. “It gives me time to let my fingers rest. I swear we get more paperwork every day. We can't even scold a man for littering without having to write up a report. It's crazy."
"Guess you have to protect your butts or you'd be sued more than you are now,” Hawkman said, pulling a chair to the front of the desk.
"So what brings you here today? I'm sure it's not a social call. You could do that on the phone."
Hawkman nodded. “Any more reports come in on Burke Parker?"
"No. But I expect them this week. Why?"
"I'd like to know the names of the chemicals they find in Parker's body."
"Any special reason you're interested?"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to say just yet. What I'm really curious about is a Native American called Madukarahat, or Maduk for short. Wondered if he's ever been arrested?"
Williams scratched his head. “Name sounds familiar.” He rose out of his chair and went to the filing cabinet. After thumbing through several files, he pulled out a slim folder and carried it to his desk. “Let's see if this is the same guy. Of course, I doubt there are many people with that name.” He flipped it
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