“Not a chance,” the captain said.
“I’ll go over your head,” the SAC said.
“Whoa,” the Sheriff said. “The voters put me behind this desk. What do you intend to do, start a recall petition? Don’t answer that… I’ve had enough of this bullshit.”
The sheriff consulted a Rolodex on his desk and dialed a number. He had the speaker function on, and we heard a female voice answer, “FBI.”
The sheriff identified himself and gave her the name of the person he wanted. The SAC paled just a bit at the name, and his posture became ramrod stiff.
A voice boomed from the telephone. “Hello, Walter. How’s my favorite sheriff?”
“I’m good, Frank,” he said. “Did you see our news conference last Friday?”
“Did I ever. Good work. Now what can I do for you?”
“I’m in my office,” the sheriff said. “With me are Captain Bridges and Lieutenant Martin from my office, both of whom you saw at the conference. Your local SAC, Craig Thomas, is also here, and we’re on a speakerphone.”