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The Sheriff's Department was on Main Street, just like the directions said. Jared eyed the one-story brick structure, an enormous contrast with the precinct buildings he was accustomed to. He swallowed and made an effort not to judge before he had a chance to know more. There were lots of empty parking slots along the curb, another bit of high contrast to what he was used to. Several spaces were marked for department use, but he pulled the truck into a regular slot and chirped the door lock as he pocketed his keys. He took no time to adjust his appearance, aside from raking fingers through his hair to get it off his face, before he pushed open one of the double glass doors and walked up to the reception desk. Phones rang, quickly answered by a woman in a deputy's uniform and a kid in jeans and a hoodie. The deputy on the desk looked Jared over when he stepped up and introduced himself.

Jared was surprised to find Chris in the gym at the department. He was, at the moment, beating the living daylights out of the speed bag. Jared watched in fascination as Kane sustained a rhythm over a period of minutes, finally slowing and stopping with a last one-two. He reached for a towel and mopped the sweat off his face.

"But I was going to the library to look up these symptoms I've been having," Mrs. Peterson was complaining to Danay, who was on the desk this morning. "And the library was closed. The library's always open by nine o'clock, every morning."

More Than Ever Chapter Three

[Warnings on Master Post]