There were signs on each desk—Purchasing and Accounts Payable, Benefits, Payroll, Budget, and Maintenance. There were two offices at the rear of the large room where the directors of maintenance and the business office were stationed. I spent about fifteen minutes speaking with the directors and another fifteen with the clerks. They seemed to enjoy their work and they told me how they had developed a backup system so each knew another job so they could cover in time of vacation or illness. The business office was impressive. From there we walked upstairs to the second floor where the detectives, CSI’s, and ranking officers—captains and lieutenants—had their offices. I noticed that most of these offices were empty. When I asked, Sgt. Burns was very forthcoming with his answer. “I assume you know that most of the top officers were big supporters of the sheriff. Not only supporters, but they also aided and abetted if you catch my drift. They were given the option of resigning or being charged so we’re short seven of the top officers—one colonel, three captains, and three lieutenants. That leaves us a bit shorthanded at the moment, but—on the positive exotic side you’ll get the chance to pick much of your own team.” “I guess there’s no secret why I’m here, then.” “No, and most of us are hoping that you’ll take the job. We all know what you did in Bascomb’s Landing. Is it true that you’re married to Miss Lucille?” “Yeah, it is so I guess I have a little pull, but that doesn’t mean shit when you’re on the job.” He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. We spent almost three hours reviewing the law enforcement part of the office before we walked to the cafeteria for lunch. I noticed that nobody complained about Max accompanying me. The kitchen was shared between the Sheriff’s Office and the Jail so that was an area of concern until Burns explained the safeguards that were in place. After lunch we moved to the Jail, leaving our weapons in a locker before japan stepping inside. I may have left my pistol in the locker, but I still had my most important weapon at my side. I made a point of speaking with a number of the guards, but also with several inmates. For the most part they felt they were fairly treated, asian but not surprisingly they all felt the food could be better. I had an answer to that, don’t commit crimes if you want good food, but I remained silent. We japanese returned to the headquarters and I went to meet with the woman mature who would be my secretary. For this meeting I told Sgt. Burns to return to his duties. I wanted this conversation to be confidential. “I’m Matt Cahill,” I began by introducing myself. “I’m the Sheriff’s confidential secretary, but I’ll tell you whatever you want to know provided you don’t go anywhere with the information.” I nodded my agreement and she led me into the office before closing the door. “I’m Janet Stoddard, but please call me Janet.” “Okay, Janet, let me begin by telling you my impressions of your former boss. I thought he was a decent lawman, but from what I could see he seemed to be too involved with the politics of the job.” “You’re absolutely right. He spent more time politicking than he did on his real job. In that regard he let the ranking officers handle all of the supervisory and investigative responsibilities. I think that’s how he got himself into trouble although many of the senior officers also got caught up in the politics. 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