CHAPTER FIVEMARCUS
DAY THREE
Marcus walked into the Sheriff’s office. Ryan and Carter were sitting behind their desks. He went to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup “So how did the meeting with the little spy go?”
Carter frowned. “Aww, come on, Marcus. She seemed like a nice lady.”
“Oh god. You’re a cop, Carter. Shouldn’t you be more suspicious?”
Carter took a bite of danish and grinned. “Nope, I prefer to see the good in people.”
Marcus rolled his eyes and sat down heavily in the chair in front of Ryan’s desk. “I don’t know how you put up with him.”
Ryan sighed. “Oh, it’s my burden to bare.”
Carter protested. “Hey, I’m right here yanno!”
Ryan turned to him. “Well Mr. Right here. Finish those reports… Please.”
Carter muttered something around a mouthful of danish and went
