12 KentKent held the clear plastic cup up to the afternoon sunshine pouring through the sampling room’s huge windows and glass door. The translucent contents turned to molten gold.
This bourbon was handcrafted from locally-grown wheat and corn and aged for three years in oak. It retailed for eighty bucks per bottle. In another second, it would become the most expensive beverage he’d ever swallowed. And he’d be drinking it while on duty, another first.
At least that infraction shouldn’t be obvious to the other people finishing this distillery tour at five o’clock on a Monday afternoon.
Before leaving his office at Washington State Patrol District 4 Headquarters, he’d replaced his uniform with black Wranglers and a red-checked long-sleeved shirt. He’d remembered to include a pair of tan b
