He rubbed his face, the unshaven whiskers scratching against his palm. He poured his third cup of coffee and sipped at the lukewarm brew before returning to the article he’d been reading. Someone approached his office and when he looked up, Ruthers stood in the doorway. “Morning, Sheriff.” “Morning, Joseph.” “You look tired.” “Why thank you. With a silver tongue like that I can see why Siri agreed to date you.” Ruthers laughed and sat in the chair across the desk. “Sorry.” “Didn’t get much sleep.” “What time did everything finally get taken care of last night?” “Around eleven. Davey’s nearest relatives are Miles’s second cousins that live in Wisconsin. They arrived near dark and agreed to stay with him until everything was settled. Not that I know the meaning of the word anymore.”
