Despite a couple cups of coffee and a Red Bull energy drink, by late afternoon the dull throbbing in his temples made paperwork more of a drudge than usual. Tillman pushed away an incident report from the county correctional facility and leaned back in the chair, propping his feet on the desk. But all in all he had no room for complaint today. His mind drifted to last night with Shelly, her long hair fanning over his naked body, the feel of her.... “Don’t need to ask why you’ve got that goofy grin on your face.” Tillman quickly shoved the report back under his nose, ignoring Carl’s jab. “It’s all over the office that you picked up Shelly Connors at three in the morning.” “And you call women gossips,” Tillman said, signing the report and pulling another out of the in-box. Carl laid a knife-nicked hand over the paperwork. “Be careful.
