Max Jerious (http://msg5898391)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 2, 8:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Clark Monroe<br/><br/>It was exactly 8:00 AM when Max entered the sheriff's office. Clark was just turning from filling his cup with coffee, "Cpl. Jerious, good morning."  The man then started moving toward his office, "Grab a cup if you need it. They are below the machine. Cream and sugar as well. Real sugar, too. Not the fake stuff. If you drain the pot, make another. Janice isn't here to make you coffee."  The last came from inside his office and said with a louder voice to carry into the main room. "Come on in when you are ready."<br/><br/>Max did get a cup, but made it black. Again, it was expected that police drink coffee and he wanted no additional attention his way.  Taking the styrofoam cup into the office he sat down in the same seat as the day before, "Morning, sheriff. You didn't say last night that our appointment was changed, so, here I am."<br/><br/>Clark took a drink from the hot liquid as he listened. After setting the cup down he leaned back and sighed, "Horrible thing last night. I had some bad dreams about it. Not the kind of thing we are used to seeing around here." He paused and rubbed his hands upon his face, "Anyway, nice job last night. Out of my hands now and Hughes will run the examination very well. He's a good man, don't let last night make you believe otherwise."<br/><br/>"It didn't, sheriff." Max replied as he took a sip of his coffee. The cup stayed in his hand as he looked across the desk at the sheriff, "Headquarters is concerned about the lab out here. Seems there have been issues in the past and all, but, I'm not sure how much of that is just HQ being territorial or actual fact. I'm in no position to know better, so I trust your opinion, sheriff."  That should buy him some points, Max thought.<br/>