38 KentKent shifted position on the cushy walnut-brown leather chair and stretched out his legs. He had plenty of room in the spacious top-floor office at Washington State Patrol headquarters.
A gracious host, his boss treated visiting dignitaries well. He also made it possible for the troopers he invited to his office to relax and get comfortable.
Kent had fallen for that trick the first time he met his new boss. He’d been wary ever since.
He was ready in case Assistant Chief Needham turned on him again. He’d react calmly and coherently. He wouldn’t turn red and get all tongue-tied.
Frowning, he plucked the crease in his uniform trousers between a thumb and forefinger and shook the wrinkle out of the French blue fabric.
Of course, he expected only congratulations for the excellent re
