Chapter 3
Twenty minutes later, he and Joan sat in his office in the Holly Creek municipal building. Which was nothing but the county courthouse. The new consolidated regional jails had freed up a bunch of floor space, so all the government offices had moved in here. Holly Creek town had the upstairs, Dickenson County had the down.
Larry took a stack of messages from Pauline, his young receptionist. She was breaking dress code with that silly pointed elf hat of hers, but Larry let it slide. Again. At least he’d talked her out of slingin’ garlands all about the place.
He put the coffee pot on, and Joan moved a stack of files off his visitor’s chair before sitting down. He plopped behind his desk, turning to the window to see how Skinner was getting by out in the little dog run he’d built
