Oh, yes. He was back.
He made his way to an empty desk and took a seat before turning on the old desk-top computer. They were ancient by any standards. Knowing he had a few minutes for it to get started, he decided to grab a cup ofthe station’s awful coffee.
“Hey you!” Lydia hollered as he took a cup from the table.
“Hi,” he said. “How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you doing?” she asked, eyeing him carefully.
“Honestly, better than I thought I would be. The arm hurts, of course, but everywhere else I’m healing pretty quickly. Can’t wait to get the cast off and get back to duty.”
“Yeah. That sucks. When I had desk duty, it killed me sitting in here.”
“Hey, Charming!”
Chad turned and saw his sergeant heading his way.
“Sir,” he said.
“Got a delivery for you.”
Chad looked at the box in the sergeant’s arms and furrowed his brow. What the hell was it? He hadn’t ordered anything that he could remember.