Chapter 11
When Jay pulled into the station lot and saw Doc Gorham’s Mustang parked next to the chief’s, his stomach sank. He sincerely hoped the doctor’s presence didn’t mean what he thought it did. He wasn’t up for this tonight. Hell, he wasn’t up for it at all, but definitely not now.
For a moment, he debated turning around and calling in sick. Forget the fact that he’d slept most of the day in prep for his night shift. Sitting around the house was infinitely preferable to being put under Doc’s microscope again. He almost did it, too. His hand was back on the key when it dawned on him that Doc could feasibly use a sick day as further proof he needed to retire.
He wasn’t about to give him any more ammunition than he already had.
He strode in like he did every other day, head high,
