here.”
“Could tell by your clothes. Pretty fancy.”
“How kind of you, Sheriff.”
“Got a name?”
“I do.”
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
Griggs’s mouth stretches to a thin line. “What is your name, friend?” “Michael.”
“Got a last name, Michael?”
“Oh, I’m sure I do, but none I feel at this very moment needs to be shared with
you.” He pauses, considering. “Friend.”
The sheriff’s eyes narrow. “You friends with Cal Blue here?”
They glance at each other. “You could say that,” Michael allows. “More like…
business associates.”
“Oh? And what line of business would that be?”
“Security.” No
hesitation. It would have been funny had it not been between a
high-ranking angel and a man I’m pretty sure is a sadist.
Griggs arches an eyebrow. “Security? And what are you supposed to be
guarding?”
Michael laughs. “Now that’s an amusing question.”
“Wasn’t meant to be funny,” Griggs says with a frown.
“It was,” Michael assures him.
“Cal Blue?”
“Yes?” Cal says. His lips are almost twisted into a sneer.
“There’s no one in the state of California named Calliel Blue. Trust me on that; I
looked.”
“That doesn’t mean a thing, Sheriff,” Abe says. “You should know that better
than anyone. I assume that to be elected into your position you have at least some
knowledge of the law. Well, not that I voted for you, anyway.”