"Figure she'll give us the biggest bollocking," Much said, with a return to his trademark reckless I-don't-know-the-meaning-of-the-word-pain grin. "Figure maybe she'll be the most relieved, as well." This was pure hope; that she'd be more relieved than she was angry.
Come on, he thought, pissed, to himself. They'd taken out the Sheriff. In the old day there would have been nothing but relief. (Yeah, even he knew this was a simplified version of things, but... whatever, right?)