Adam’s senses were heightened as he walked through the food booths and the sales booths with Janey and the kids. He kept his head moving from left to right, noticing all the little details just in case.
He couldn’t relax at the Fall Festival; he’d never been able to. He worked it. He’d told Janey that, but she seemed to have forgotten. He wasn’t wearing his uniform; he was just one of six plain-clothes cops in the crowd.
The idea was that having cops in uniform reduced problems simply by them being present. The plain-clothes cops provided another layer of security, and he’d lectured them to keep their eyes open while they played carnival games with their families. He had to do the same.
He managed to enjoy himself. Heck, he would’ve enjoyed himself anywhere, doing anything, if his hand
