Bowen led them to a smaller break room at the far end of the storeroom and a trio of folding chairs facing an old and sagging sofa. “Take a seat, girls. Get comfy.”
Penny and Ellen sank into the old cushions. Katie regarded the suspect sofa warily before joining them. The men sat in the folding chairs facing them, Michael in the middle, leaning toward them like a man contemplating the start of a hard interrogation; Erasmus and Bowen flanked him.
Michael just watched them for a long moment, his frown returning. Erasmus cleared his throat again, and Bowen began to hum a tune that Penny almost recognized. She thought it might be Katy Perry.
“Sheriff Price has decided to resign,” Michael said. “Effective tomorrow.”
“Good,” Katie said, braving another frown Michael threw her way.
“The city
