“Thank you,” he said. “That sounds Greek.”
“I believe both of his parents are first generation. We have a sizeable Greek community here in town.”
“We can always use more diversity in field management. I’ll bear that in mind.”
“Thank you, Frank,” the sheriff said.
The sheriff pushed a button, and the phone went silent. “That was interesting,” the sheriff said.
“Were you watching our SAC?” the captain said. “When he realized who you were calling, the stick up his ass got even stiffer, if such a thing is possible.”
“Yeah,” the sheriff said. “George, may I read that document?”
“Certainly,” I said. The captain handed the paper to the sheriff.
The sheriff read it, smiled a bit, and handed it back to me. “It’s not every day a law enforcement officer literally screws a serial killer and gets a thank-you note for doing such a good job of it,” he said, his smile broadening to a grin at his own humor. “You should put this in your scrapbook, if you have one.”