Jamie stamped yet another report and slid it across the counter to Officer Tennant. The other man offered a nod of thanks before turning on his heel and hurrying out the door. At least the lobby was quiet today. He had been standing behind the curved front counter since 7 a.m. that morning. With mid-afternoon fast approaching, he would soon be going home. He just hoped nothing crazy happened before his shift ended.
Jamie was a bit shorter than average and skinny to boot, which tended to stand out when you were surrounded by police officers. He had been trying to grow a beard lately, but all he got was a bit of uneven stubble along his jawline. At first, he had thought that he could just wait it out, but Captain Simms had insisted that it looked unprofessional and demanded that he shave it
