the chief said as we approached Grace’s front porch. He looked a lot older to me since he’d taken on the responsibilities of being the police chief full time from Jake. Was he losing weight? His uniform seemed a little baggy on him, and there were wrinkles around his eyes that I could swear hadn’t been there before. “We couldn’t exactly turn you down, Chief,” I said as I took one of the free chairs outside. Grace detoured toward him long enough to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Before you say anything,” she told him, “you need to be sure that you’re comfortable sharing it with us.” “You’re not trying to discourage him from helping us, are you?” I asked her with a grin. I’d fought my share of police chiefs in my time, even my own husband, so I wasn’t sure that was the right way to deal with one who was doing so freely and willingly. “You of all people should understand why I’m asking,”
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