Mark pulled up in front of the small island police station and turned off his Jeep. He pulled his keys from the ignition and shoved them in his jean jacket pocket as he took in the tinted glass windows of the station. In his pocket was a card with Mike Smith’s phone number, and his feelings on that left him anything but settled. He pulled it out and dialed the number, then put his phone on speaker.
“Well, what did you decide?” Mike said. The phone hadn’t even rung.
“If I take this job, how long would I be away?” Mark said. “My wife is pregnant. I’m also down a man. I haven’t gotten around to hiring a deputy, with everything that’s gone on.”
“We need only a yes or no, Mark. I get it. We all have family and s**t to do.”
He wondered where Mike Smith was, and the other military guys who ha
