I rolled my eyes and headed into town, merging into traffic. The sheriff’s office was right next to the fire station that was served by a mostly voluntary crew. A spot opened up just when I needed it, and I zipped in.
I headed inside, waving at Jonah Kemberling, the cop on duty at the front desk. “Sheriff said to send you on back when you got here,” he offered with a look of sympathy and a smile. Everyone knew just how much of a hard-ass Rafe Zumpano could be, especially if it was something to do with me or Serge.
“Thanks,” I replied and went on my way.
The place wasn’t that big, and I knew everyone there. I murmured “hello” as I moved along until I arrived at the door marked “Sheriff.” I knocked and heard a gruff “Come in” from the other side.
I opened the door. “Sheriff,” I greeted him, mainly because he hated when I did that.
“Fuck you,” was his grouchy reply as I closed the door and sat in the chair in front of his desk.