“No, I don’t.”
“I understand, sir. I was a little concerned that your peeper would get out on bail.”
“That’s not going to happen, not tonight,” the chief said. “Kenny, you bring these officers up to date on what happened last night. We can do that much. And later tonight, if you’d like, or in the morning-which would be better for me-we can talk about what we’re going to do about this Peeping Tom Jabberwocky caught.”
“Yes, sir, Chief,” Sergeant Kenny said.
“And tell the people in the lockup that the only person who can let Mr. Homer C. Daniels out of his cell is me.”
“Yes, sir, Chief.”
Sergeant Kenny led them through a corridor, then a locked door into what was obviously the administrative department of the Daphne police department. It was a fairly large room with several rows of desks. Offices opened off it, and Matt saw signs identifying those of the chief, the deputy chief, and then-just as they reached it- one reading “Sgt. Kenny.”
He waved them inside, closed the door, and gestured for them to sit down.
“Okay. I don’t know how much you know-”
“Not much,” Matt said.
“I don’t know how many details you have, so if I start telling you something you already know, stop me.”
“Sure.”
“I don’t think the chief dislikes Colonel Richards,” Sergeant Kenny said, “but the chief doesn’t know what a fine officer the colonel was when he was in Special Forces. I do.”
“And does the chief know that you know-”
“I don’t think that’s ever come up in conversation, come to think of it.”
“I understand.”
“Good,” Sergeant Kenny said.
He met Matt’s eyes for a long minute.
“Okay. I wasn’t there at the Yacht Club, but the dispatcher called me at the house and told me what had gone down. So I came here. And while they were booking him, a concerned citizen who didn’t identify himself called me and said he smelled that this peeper was more than a peeper.”
“Interesting.”
“Well, after they booked him…”
“On what?”
“Peeping. It’s a misdemeanor.”
Matt nodded.
“Our detective sergeant and the chief interviewed him. I got to listen.”
“ ‘Your’ detective sergeant?” Olivia asked.
“Yes, ma’am, we have two. A detective and a detective sergeant. ”
“I see.”
“This was three o’clock in the morning. And this guy said he wasn’t going to say anything, even give us his name, without a lawyer.”
“He’d been Mirandized?”