Inspector Harvey Dale's POV
Never a dull moment at this precinct. One month into my new position, and I'd settled into the rhythm quite nicely. My team responded well to my leadership style, and my partnership with Deputy Sullivan had evolved beyond mere professional courtesy. The older man had become something of a mentor, treating me like a son. His sterling reputation and unblemished career were something to aspire to. My only frustration was our inability to locate Eddie, who remained frustratingly elusive.
"Morning, boss!" I announced, entering Sullivan's office carrying a box of cheese croissants that I knew would make his day.
"Ah, my friend," he beamed at me. "Everyone around here sings your praises. And for this thoughtful breakfast, I have something special to share along with our coffee."
