Archer
There’s a crowd in the squad room when I get to the station. I left my patrol SUV last night to get the oil changed, instead of going straight out on the streets, and I have to stop in to get my keys.
“What’s happening in here?”
“Dad’s decided he’s going to have a cookout and he’s invited anyone who wants to come,” Cruise says, standing next to me and crossing his arms. “Me? I’m wondering what my mom had to say about this.”
“She realizes since I’m Chief now, we’ll be expected to do things like this. You leave your mom to me.”