Brooks shot a deathly glare at the radio, its static adding insult to injury as the sheriff made fun of his plight. He could hear the sheriff's booming hyena cackle through the device, adding a tinge of annoyance to the whole situation that was eventually enhanced by the star-badged man's hysteria. He shifted his gaze up at the ceiling, almost rolling his eyes back in his head, remaining painfully silent as the sheriff's laughter dragged on and on. 

“But in all seriousness, just wanted to let ya know I am goin to be callin it an early night. A big city cop like you should be able to handle things here alone, right?”

Just to humour the sheriff he picked the radio up and replied, keeping it short and sweet: “Sure thing, sheriff.” 

‘Big city cop’ he thought. He could put up with the sheriff's attitude, gruelling tasks and public humiliations. He was his superior and brooks learnt to deal with horrible bosses years ago. It was that specific string of words that just got him every time though. It reminded him of when he felt like in the right place, doing the right things. Now it made him feel washed out, downgraded. But it didn't matter, he moved here for reasons. Life goes on.

He sighed, going back to paperwork about those missing pets, just to have something to kill the upcoming lonesome shift.