CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
They traveled along Main Street and past the entrance to Palmer Street, which led down to the old Mason factory. Nash noticed Harrison's intense conversation with another deputy as they passed the junction.
“Wow, wonder what Warren did this time?” Jordan said with a twisted grin.
“Warren, who?” Nash asked.
“Deputy Warren Green, the superstar of the department,” Jordan said bitterly.
“Not a fan of his then, I take it?” Nash said, sitting back in his seat.
“Guy’s an asshole, just because he worked in the big city, people think he’s a friggin’…” Jordan fought for the correct word.
“Supercop?” Nash said. He watched as Jordan bit her bottom lip as though to stop the words from leaving her mouth.
“So, why is Supercop here?” Nash asked.
“The job came up. Warren said
