“I don’t want to go,” Adam Herrin said, but his best friend would not be deterred.
“Come on,” Matt said, that perpetual smile still stuck to his face. “You like the Fall Festival.” He nudged him, making Adam slop milk over the side of his cereal bowl. “Besides, you can pretend like you’re already on the force. You know, scan for vandals and all that while I find the prettiest girl there and ask her to dance.”
Adam grunted and wiped the spilled milk from the countertop of the apartment they shared. He’d been back in Hawthorne Harbor for just over a month, and he’d just finished his final round of police interviews.
“I’m starting work on Monday,” he told Matt.
His friend whooped and sent his spoon clattering into his cereal. “You got on? They hired you?”
Adam let a smile spread across h
