“Look professional.” Adam suggested.
His statement was returned by Dalton James, who held the smoldering cigar in his mouth.
Tucked limply into the corner. His face was covered in brown man fur and experience. His back
was covered with a whiskey-stained brown coat. He understood that with budget cuts across the
board, the police would stay two steps behind criminals and that brought him a lot of business.
So he remained casual.