It'd been a long day. A long-ass day, to be specific. Mr. Krein down at the library had gotten riled up over his overdue fines – again – and the head librarian had called for help – again – and after she'd gotten Mr. Krein settled down and willing to pay his fines, which was quite the feat if she did say so herself, all she wanted to do was go home and settle into a hot tub of bubbles and read. She ought to read a thriller set in the Middle East, since she just negotiated a peace as tricky as finding one in the Middle East would be, but before she could decide which author to pick up that evening, she heard her father hollering her name.
Dammit.
She walked from the front office area back to the sheriff's office. She'd take offense and tell him to stop hollering at her like she was a little child, but he did it with all of the officers, not just her. This wasn't a case of him not seeing her as an adult, but rather just a case of him being...him.