"Have you found anything? Anything concrete?" Graham was genuinely curious. The badge had unsettled him more than he'd let on to anyone, except perhaps to Buffy. "I found a sheriff's badge in a pawn shop. Storybrooke, Maine. Had my name in it."
And Graham knew precisely where it was - in a lock-box where he kept spare keys to the trucks. He didn't particularly want to look at it, but he didn't want to lose it, either.