Officer Bishop’s office smelled like dandelion wine, which filled my nostrils and coated the back of my throat; not that I objected, of course. He looked dapper, dressed from head to toe in his green-and-white uniform. His police officer’s hat lay on the right side of his desk. The hat and desk were both immaculate. Not a piece of paper or rap sheet seemed to be out of place, and the two windows that overlooked Serius Avenue behind the officer were clean. He had two noticeable items on his desk that stroked my interest: a regular Pepsi and one of Margo Pagino’s fluffy romance novels.
One, I became surprised that he wasn’t drinking a Diet Pepsi, because he looked trained, fit, and trim, and I knew that he regularly worked out. And two, Officer Bishop did not have the reputation of reading
