It was something he’d noticed his first week there. When he asked about the arctic temperatures, he’d been told they kept it at sixty-four because Roberta, who had worked at the front desk for over thirty years and basically ran the station even though she was a civilian, was going through menopause and she had hot flashes.
Olive St. Claire sighed and rummaged in her suitcase. She pulled out a gray sweatshirt that read Adult-ish across the chest and pulled it on.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I mean, I guess so.”
Grady held the door open for her and she started to walk down the hall. “Were you going to lock up?”
She turned and mumbled under her breath as she pulled the key from her purse and clicked the lock into place. “You arrest me but don’t want me to get robbed. And they say chivalry is dead.”
He couldn’t help but smile. He still didn’t know what the story was with Olive St. Claire, but for the first time in a long time, he couldn’t wait to find out.