Chapter 11
“What’s going on with you these days?” John asked, looking hard at Mick as they sat across from each other in a booth at the diner. “It’s like you’re only half here.”
“Nothing’s ‘going on’,” Mick replied harshly. Then he modified his tone. “I think…I don’t know, maybe I’m getting burned out?”
John chuckled. “You’re a small town sheriff. How can you get burned out? Bored, maybe.”
Mick nodded. “Maybe. Either way I’m considering taking some time off. Get away from here and just, hell I don’t know.”
“Go fishing?”
“Now talk about something boring,” Mick replied with a soft snort of amusement.
“Just an idea. When are you doing this?”
Making a decision, Mick said, “I’ll take a week starting Friday.”
“Which is two days from now.”
“Yep, so figure on being in charge until I get
