After his best night’s sleep in a while and hoping to get an early start, Drayco wolfed down Maida’s linebacker-worthy breakfast and headed downtown as soon as the government buildings opened. Sheriff Sailor’s office still had the mounted flounder with the piranha-like teeth, a relic from the building’s former life as a fish processing plant. But the office also sported a new L-shaped desk as long as Drayco was tall. Much more sheriff-like than Sailor’s old warehouse castoff.
Drayco ran his finger along the smooth edge. Solid wood with hints of red. Cherry, or possibly bloodwood. That would be appropriate. “What’d you do, rob a bank? You said the town council would make Abe Lincoln wince, the way they pinch pennies.”
“Not wince. Scream. The council has collective heart failure every time
