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“What do you mean I can’t refer to you as ‘The Prew’ while we’re working?” They both know he had done it on purpose. But the look on the younger officers’ faces had been absolutely hysterical.
Fabian Prewett was not a stupid man, no matter what his lovely, too-clever-for-her-own-good daughter had to say about the matter. He knew what Augustus had been trying to do.
Hanging around someone you'd known for most of your life had its pros and cons. On the one hand, it was nice, especially in his field, to have people around him whom he knew with absolute certainty that he could trust. On the other, friends like that tended to dredge up embarrassing relics of the past in the most inappropriate situations.
Git.
Still, Fabian was genuinely more amused than anything else, and when he spoke, there was fondness in his voice. “Somehow, and I may be wrong about this so feel free to chime in, I don't think it's entirely appropriate for you to address the chief of police by the nickname he used with his pub buddies and drunken conquests, August.”

















