CHAPTER SIX
Rylie followed the young police officer into the tiny break room in the back of their cramped, two-person station. “This is fine,” she said.
Officer Lyons removed his hat and blushed. “It’s not much. I’m sorry.”
The poor guy’s ears were bright red from the embarrassment. He’d been more than happy to welcome the two FBI agents back to his local police station, but he seemed intent on apologizing for everything about it.
Brisbane clapped him on the back. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“I bet you have pretty fancy digs at the FBI, huh?” he continued, hovering in the doorway.
“Not really,” Brisbane said with a shrug.
That was an understatement. The new Rapid City Field office had been the old home of the South Dakota SPCA. Their cubicles were practically cages, with high
