“Okay, so kind of bad.” Right, he wasn’t going to push anymore. He understood. He was a stranger. This is their first time meeting. She definitely didn’t need to spill her guts to him. But maybe they could get to know each other better and then she could share more details about her home. “Oh yeah? What did he do? My dad was the Sherrif of Beacon Hills.” And here, he had no real idea what his dad did. “I get this feeling they probably wouldn’t even let us dispatch.” If the residents didn’t trust them to be cops they sure as hell wasn’t going to trust them with files or to dispatch their force. “I’ll figure it out,” he told her. “Nice. I think I will.”