He could have walked to the council office because it was only a block away, but instead he drove. As he parked at midday in front of the two-story whitewashed building with an American flag waving in front, a town worker was weeding the flower garden, and the automatic sprinkler was running. The lawn was well manicured, so he could see taxpayer money was being well used.
He shook his head as he stepped out of his Jeep. The day was warm already as he strode up to the commercial glass front door, his cowboy boots scraping the stone steps. He pulled off his sunglasses and stepped inside, where he took in the bright, flirty smile of the council assistant as she greeted him.
“Chief Friessen, how are you today?”
What was her name again, Jeanette, Jane, Julie? He leaned on the counter, taking
