Princess bolted to Underwood. He picked her up with one arm and scratched under her chin. In his robust arms, Princess almost looked like a kitten.
“Hey,” I said, studying his face.
The deputy muttered a greeting. Heavy bags weighed under his eyes. Yesterday had taken a toll on him. I reminded myself this wasn’t a hi-how-are-you-doing visit.
“Is everything okay?” I feared something had happened. Something that dragged him out of bed in the wee morning hours, and it wasn’t a houseguest hyped on coffee.
Underwood got straight to the point. “Were you able to read that file?”
Jane appeared, walking in a wobbly motion while carrying two boxes. Underwood set Princess down and took the top box. The way his eyes widened told me he wasn’t expecting it to be heavy. The word “Easels” was written
