While Bobby waited for the sheriff to arrive, Eddie did paperwork at the counter. Bobby wasn't sure it was necessary as Eddie occasionally looked up at him, grinned, and shook his head. Bobby sighed as he looked at the clock on the wall. He could swear that the minute hand had ticked backward as he watched the second hand slowly make its way around the face.
The front door opened, and Sheriff Mullins sauntered in carrying Bobby’s coat. He was grinning as he approached the counter and leaned on it. Eddie returned his smile with one that matched the mischievous smirk.
Buddy shook his head at Bobby and said, “Bobby, you look like death warmed over.”
“That’s appropriate because I feel like one of the undead,” Bobby replied.
“I remember having mornings like that when I was young and dumb,”
