“See you tomorrow, when I’m officially on the clock,” he said, swinging the short door at the end of the counter and stepping through.
“That would be fine, Sheriff,” Ester said, not looking at him, but turning a page in her book.
Shaun shook his head as he left the building. It seemed like a regular workday for him, starting with meeting the DA and a couple of uniformed officers for the transfer of his temporary prisoner. He had taken a deep breath when they loaded Justin Acberry, Centennial’s bad boy, into the back of the cruiser bound for Cheyenne. Then he had run a couple of errands and ended up at the park checking on Fiona. He’d spent the past hour trying to accomplish something with the unmarked file on his desk, so it felt good to leave the office and take in the fresh air. The su
