Mitch let the outside door slam behind him and walked the few feet into his office doorway. MugShot sat up, and Mitch scratched behind his ears before he rounded his desk. MugShot sighed and laid his head down on his front paws. Deputy Sykes snored in Mitch's chair, his dirty boots propped on the corner of his desk. Mitch knocked the muddy boots to the floor with his gloved hands. Damien jerked awake, grabbing for the desk but only reached air in an attempt to catch himself from falling to the floor. His ass hit the hard surface with a thump, and he quickly clambered to his feet, his right hand massaging his butt.
"Any calls?" Mitch asked, settling in his still-warm leather chair.
"One call, and Adam took care of it. It's been quiet." Damien shuffled his feet.
The outside door opened, a
