“Good morning, Daddy,” Abby said in a sing-song voice as she walked into the sheriff’s office.

So, she may or may not have known exactly what he was going to say in response before he even opened his mouth. She’d opened with the “Daddy” greeting because the mood in the office told her that he was in a particularly foul mood, and, well, sometimes it was a little fun to screw with her father’s head.

“You know the rules,” he scolded her. “When either one of us is in uniform, we have to be Sheriff and Deputy. I get enough raised eyebrows for hiring my own daughter. Don’t make that worse, especially today of all days.”

“Oh yeah? What’s going on?” She sat down in front of his gigantic desk, intrigued. Usu...

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