Marksman POV

Marksman didn’t mind the night shift. Hope Springs and the surrounding area were hardly the hotbed of criminal activity. Most night shifts were quiet and gave him a chance to catch up on paperwork. There was the occasional drunk patron who needed an escort home from the pub. Now and then they would set up a Random Breath Testing site on one of the major roads in and out of town. But more often than not, the night shift passed uneventfully.

Marksman had nothing else in his life to fill his nights with, anyway. His dad was normally in bed by about 9:30, as was his sister. Most...