"Do you…" I stopped and looked back to her. "How did he die?"
She shrugged. "I have no idea."
A dark-haired woman who had been filing papers behind her looked up from her desk, pushing her glasses up. "Ryan Biggs was killed in the line of duty."
The gum-snapping girl looked at her. "You knew him?"
"He was killed on a routine traffic stop out on Cherry Hill Road," she said. "Some woman shot him. They never found a motive."
I saw my own stunned reflection in the glass as I stared at her. I was remembering what had happened early Monday morning between Officer Biggs and me out there in the dark on the dirt pavement of Cherry Hill Road.