Large crafted oak bookshelves held a collection of law and reference books. In one corner a small bar fridge held drinks. Oil paintings decorated the walls and a large window admitted enough light. A large Persian rug covered the center of the floor while parquet tile shone in the bright sunlight.
Mayor Gibbs had a face like a potbelly pig. His looks would never win an election, but his wits and brawn always excelled. He was the type of person you would find attractive only once your vision’s impaired through heavy drinking.
He arrived at the crack of dawn and let himself into the town hall with his own keys.
Gibbs looked up over his glasses as Andrew walked into his office. “Does this visit mean that you don’t want to be sheriff?”
“No it doesn’t sir. I just need to impose a few limits for a while. I believe you heard about the drama we’ve had at the lake over the last couple of days. I’d like to find out more and stop the attacks.” Andrew jumped right into the conversation.
