"Hey, better than YOU listening to how many serial killers are out there at any given moment, or how much paperwork you have to fill out for illegally joyriding with fourteen year olds across the state boarder." Sean finished his own brew. Huh. It lasted longer when it was the consistancy of molassas like in most police offices.
"I've got a bunch of rounds set for the day. Checking on people in medical and such. I should also check on Father Fitzpatrick, he must be hurting terribly. You got any plans for the day? Maybe actual sleep or something?"